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boysborntodie · 25 days

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What kind of partner do you see each of the gang having? (Obviously apart from Dally and Johnny because they're in love)

I’ve been pondering this ask all day because this is such a good question. Unfortunately this became much more headcanon based than canon, and a weird amalgamation of their ideal type, who I can see them ending up with and what kind of person they need, but here’s my thoughts!!

Darry: Realistically, I could see Darry ending up with some nice, sensible girl as expected of him during the time period. Societal standards were strict, especially for girls where you had to be perfect in order to be considered worth anything, otherwise you were looked down upon (think how the greasers talk about girls in the book, while being more excusing of boys like Dally). Even if he doesn’t fall head-over-heels for her, it’s someone he respects and likes.

Now if we’re talking ideally (or what kind of partner I think would be good for him), I think it should be someone who is sensible yet of a lighter disposition than him. Personally I see Darry as gay, but either way it’d be someone who can keep a level-head when required and has common sense. Not super argumentative or quick-tempered (since then they’ll just dissolve into fights all the time) but also is firm and clear as much as understanding with Darry, especially if he crosses a line. They also need to not get intimidated or scared easily. I think he’d like someone who could tease him a little bit (not being scared of him again).

Sodapop: We already know that Sandy is his dream girl. Someone nice and easygoing and can have fun, though a bit more down-to-earth than him. Because Soda has a tendency to bury his emotions and problems in favour of others’ (as shown in the case of Darry and Pony and how he pleads Sandy that he wouldn’t care about the baby not being his), they’d need to be more emotionally attuned to him and understand that Soda isn’t as happy-go-lucky as he seems. They’d also need to encourage him to talk and confide in them, since nobody’s a mind reader and it’s not healthy to bottle in that stuff. He wants to canonically get married and start a family, and unlike Darry, it’s a genuine want than just societal expectation, so I can’t see him being happy in a casual relationship.

Ponyboy: I actually haven’t thought much of Ponyboy in a relationship. I think he’d want someone he could talk to about anything, from his problems and emotions to any big issues he’s struggling with to general topics to the smallest, seemingly insignificant things. Someone who can listen but also has something substantial to say in return. Somebody who challenges him and expands his worldview and really gets him thinking. He couldn’t be with someone narrow-minded or simple.

Steve: I mean…. Idk what type of person Steve would like. He has a girlfriend who cries when he gets locked up and that’s all we know about her. I think he’d want to be with someone who cares for him genuinely and truly. Someone straightforward rather than giving mixed signals and changing behaviours frequently. Probably could under him while also keep him in line since tends him them lines and often acts temperamental and recklessly.

Two-Bit: Two-Bit, like Darry, I can see probably getting married because it’s expected of him. In the book it’s mentioned that he fights for conformity, not someone who really challenges the greaser role (or societal roles in general). I can see him marrying one of his blondes, someone pretty, can take care of him and can take a joke. It’s not a case of true love or anything but he’s content. If we’re talking about what he needs in a person and who I’d like to him end up with, then probably someone who makes him better, meaning no longer fucking around and acting irresponsible. Not because they demand it of him or are super strict (I can’t see that working with Two), but instilling a desire to want to be better for them. This doesn’t mean Two has to become a whole new person, of course. Again, they have to have a good sense of humour and be quick-witted. Probably someone a little whimsical and silly like him (Marcia)

Dally: I can see things going many different ways for Dally, if he lived. He gets back with Silvia or some other girl, on and off, or into many different relationships. If he marries one of them, I can’t see them being happy together, and if he doesn’t then he’ll just continue as he is (nothing wrong really with not being in a serious relationship or in one at all, but Dally’s not doing this healthily and we know it).

If we’re talking about what Dally needs in a partner it’s someone who he can become vulnerable and break down his walls for. Someone he doesn’t feel the need to exert control or power over. That person would have to be someone Dally not only loves a lot but also trusts, which is even harder for him, because he’s grown up thinking that he needs to hide all weakness and vulnerability. It’s obviously easier said than done, and since it’s Dally, any relationship he’s be inis bound to be messy af.

Johnny: Johnny is the one character who is explicitly stated to never have shown interest in anyone (and does not throughout the book). He’s mildly excited about being with Marcia and Cherry, but it’s only because they can brag to the others and throughout the scene, he keeps to himself. So Johnny’s a complete mystery to me. But because Johnny goes through his entire life powerless and downtrodden, I think in a relationship, he’d need to have some power and control. Deferring to someone is just like everyone and everything else in his life. Someone who he feels comfortable to stand his ground against and knows that they’ll respect him.

Despite saying all this, there’s not really any hard and fast rules, especially since people change with time. Sometimes you have a type and then it turns out that someone who is not your type are all is actually super good for you and you’re able to love or tolerate the sides of them you never thought you could.

Sorry for the long, messy post (and also how late I answered this). And thank you for the ask<333 I always love answering them, especially like these that get the gears in my brain running. And if anyone has any thoughts (agreements, disagreements, headcanons, speculation, etc), I’d love to hear them!!! I’m unsure about my own answers so it’d be nice to see what others think.

#the outsiders #johnny cade #se hinton #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #dally winston #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #anon i wanted to gush about jally so fucking much but i decided to not in this post; instead being more objective than biased #two bit mathews #the greasers

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 1 month

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you! How nice! 💗

Enigmatic Confections - the Baking Show AU. Honestly, I didn't expect to enjoy this one so much, it started out as recycling a prompt to participate in my first Fictober. Also, people seem to really like it, which is nice. :)

Helen hosts a baking show. Nikola hosts a cooking show. They've hated each other since they met years ago. When their network pushes them together for a new show for the summer, they must learn to get along or suffer professional consequences. (Sactuary, Helen/Nikola, enemies-to-lovers)

The Abnormal X-File - the first multi-chapter I finished, though I don't have access to the ending right now. I adore everything about it and feel it's a very good example of my writing.

Mulder and Scully go on vacation to London in pursuit of an old story from Mulder's school days. The story leads them to a mysterious woman and the Network she runs... (Sanctuary + The X Files, Scully & Mulder friendship)

Bleeding Through the Blue - my second purely Sanctuary fic! Out of the Blue was the first episode I ever saw and I love it much. I also love Magnitt.

Helen is a painter, trying to deal with her anxiety and teetering marriage. But things are changing and she is rapidly losing sight of what is real and what isn't as she tries to hang on to her sanity. (Sanctuary, Helen/John)

Come Now, Little One... - the crossover of my two favorite shows because I heard the My Little Pony song 'Open Up Your Eyes'. Also self-indulgent in the fact that it's a dark!fic and I like those.

Sam has spent her whole life in the Sanctuary, being raised to take over by her slightly psycho mother. That life isn't the one Sam wants, but her mother has a very clear idea of what she should be. Rebelling against it for years, Sam searches for an escape from the darkening world she was raised in. (Sanctuary/Stargate SG-1, Sam and Helen mother-daughter relationship)

Bird Cage - This one is a rewrite of one of my favorite books, The Aviary, but I really enjoy how I've so far inserted Stargate and Sanctuary characters into it and mashed all three worlds together.

The rebellion against the Goa'uld in ancient Egypt failed. Since then, Earth has been under their enslavement. The Goa'uld use Earth as a pleasure planet, allowing technology progression in the interest of taking it for themselves, allowing humans some measure of power by enslaving their own people. The main commodity on Earth now is human women. Sixteen-year old Sam Carter has led a sheltered life, protected by her parents and her foster brother, Jack. But safety can only last so long. Sam falls victim to a Museum, where girls are displayed as art by day and 'entertain' men by night. Desperate for escape, Sam desperately hopes for Jack to come so they can return home to their family, while battling her mixed feelings for her new museum director. (Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary, Sam/Jack (budding), Sam/John Druitt (unrequited).)

I just realized that absolutely none of these fics are actually finished, but whatever. I love them.

#fic recs #my writing #sanctuary #stargate sg1 #fanfiction #self rec #thanks so much!#ao3

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ninjastormhawkkat · 3 months

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Shadow Phoenix Au - Becky Boxleitner - Part 1

Becky Boxleitner - She is 14 in the au. She is a meta human/magical being hybrid. She has gained her meta powers from her mother and her magic from her dad. She still has the same canon powers with some differences. With her flying abilities, whenever she uses them, bioluminescent wings appear on her back. The look like bird wings. These magical wings are made of heat, light, and fire. Becky can use her wings to slice through objects with intense heat look like a welding torch was used. She can also use her wings as a shield and make them glow. The glowing is useful when Becky needs to blind her opponents temporarily and make an escape. Her hero costume is designed differently from canon. Her color scheme is ruby red with yellow lining. Her suit, gloves, and boots are shaped like flames. Becky wears a hood over her head with the same color scheme as her body outfit. She also has a Nightwing (bird like) eye mask with a flame pattern. As for the rest of her powers, most are meta human powers inherited from her mother and are canon to the show. Her vocabulary skills are a mix of magic and meta human. One power in this au that Becky has is her pyrokinetic abilities. She can summon and control fire as well as weaken it or make it intense. Becky also has a strong resilience to heat but she isn't immune to powerful heat sources like the earth's core or the sun. Personality: Since Becky is older in this au, she is more mature than her counterpart. She still loves Pretty Princess and Magic Pony as well as the Squishy Fun Bots. Becky doesn't act brash in her decisions and is more cautious and wary when villain's try to trick her. She can still be hot headed sometimes (pun not intended) and can only be calmed by her dad, Bob, or her close friends when she gets angry. Becky is open towards and treats all species on Earth equally as well as recognize that every species has good and bad people. Becky does take her hero job seriously, but she does have an ego from time to time (her dad's fault). Becky understands that she has magical powers and knows how to use them. She doesn't realize yet how powerful they are because as far as she knows, magical powers had skipped over her dad and got passed onto her. Becky wears her hair down in civilian mode but has it in a braided in her hero mode. As for her civilian outfits, she doesn't stick to her canon outfit and just wears a different choice for different days. Becky will define words but not as often in this au. For two reasons, one, she doesn't see a need as to define words to help people, mainly just telling them to look it up. She will give definitions to young kids and some of her villains. She will also define difficult words not used in everyday conversation. The second reason is because her words are magical in a way. Basically if she defines them casually, nothing happens. But if she defines a certain word when her emotions are intense such as catastrophic or miscellaneous, then yeah, something happens and it is not always good. Family: Becky is close with her dad and her grandparents. She has asked about her mom at a young age but stopped after seeing her dad seem sad, talking about her mom. Becky knows her mom is alive but she and her dad had to split because of personal issues and Steven was the only one capable of raising her. Becky has visited her aunt a lot and likes spending time with her when she is not busy. She notices the poor woman gets stressed a lot with her work. Becky has met her uncle Victor a few times and he is nice to her, but Becky notices some tense feelings between her dad and uncle even though no one will elaborate on that. She is closer with her grandpa Matthew than her grandpa Carl. She likes her grandpa Carl but he always appears to be zoned out and mutter unintelligible words sometimes. He also acts paranoid and frightened of his own shadow a lot. Her dad explained its just old age and he is well taken care of by his cousin and Matthew though Becky hasn't met the cousin. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #shadow phoenix au #steven boxleitner #becky boxleitner au #boxleitner family #divorced starcrossed cheese #part 1

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steakout-05 · 8 months

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muffinsposting on main!?!?!?!??

so i'm a pretty longtime fan of the My Little Pony grimdark fanfic 'Muffins' (by an author i will not name for drama-related reasons. you can easily find it if you look it up, but i ask that you please do not discuss any drama related to them on this post), and i really like the character of Minkie Pie. in the story, she's Pinkie Pie's eldest sister, along with Inkie Pie and Blinkie Pie (maud doesn't exist rip maud). Minkie is her long lost sister who was trapped in a cellar since she was a filly and thus never developed a proper childhood. she's a very quiet and creepy mare who has a lot of passion for endgaming other ponies in the most overly violent ways possible. she has a very pretty design and i've always liked how creepy and timid she is.

she's always been a favourite of mine, but because of the fanfic's poor writing and general issues with Minkie's original character, people have been creating rewrites and redesigns and i thought i should make my own as well! i haven't gotten to properly drawing her yet, but here is a rough sketch of my Minkie redesign, 'Moonstone Pie'!!

this is Moonstone! she's a tall, slim earth pony who is very shy, timid and lacks a lot of crucial social skills. she bears a lot of religious trauma on her shoulders and has issues with properly trusting other ponies, but she's a really sweet pony once she feels like she can trust someone. she's named after a real rock of the same name, similar to how Minkie's birth name is Obsidian. i haven't gotten her special talent and stuff figured out yet since i've been mainly working on her design and backstory, but here she is :) i'm really proud of her and i'm really excited to develop her more as a character!!

her proper appearance is as follows:

Hide: a dark blue-grey sort of colour, with a white fade at her hooves. the sketch doesn't reflect it but Moonstone has peculiar black and white splotches on her fur all down her back that make her look like the night sky.

Mane: a very very dark purple that looks black in the dark. it's very long and straight, with a long fringe covering her left eye. one side of her mane and her tail are tied with thin black ribbons.

Eyes: her eyes are green, but change depending on what point of the story she's in. for example, when she was a child, her eyes were a bright Applejack-green to symbolise her innocence, but after being rescued from the cellar, they are faded and hollow.

Cutie Mark: a black key with a bow in the shape of two wings. this symbolises freedom and being able to unlock herself and fly free from her trauma.

Accessories: black ribbons that are tied to her hair and also hang loosely in it. she also wears a white dress collar.

her rough backstory is under the cut, though i'd like to give a warning that there are (albeit brief) mentions of religious trauma and parental abuse, as well as it being pretty dark. if that makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to read it and you're free to click off and go look at something nice and wholesome!! please take care of yourself :)

i don't have too much of her backstory done yet, so this is mainly a draft, but basically, Moonstone was raised in a cult that's something like The Family International and Jehovah's Witnesses put together. her parents, Cloudy Quartz and Igneous Rock, were very strict with her and would often enact bizarre punishments several incidents related to Moonstone's behaviour occurred, to which her mother, Cloudy Quartz (Pinkie's canonical mother), deemed her a devil and shunned her away into a cellar, where she would spend a majority of her life up until Cloudy "mysteriously disappears" one day.

Moonstone, having been heavily traumatised and weakened from being neglected in the cellar for so many years, is in a state of near-death and delirium. just when it seems like Moonstone is about to kick the bucket, the door opens, and she sees two figures obscured by the sunlight standing at the top of the stairs. she thinks these are angels coming to take her to salvation, but they are actually her sisters Inkie and Blinkie, who just before had literally sent Cloudy plummeting off a cliff until she went splat. Moonstone faints, and after a couple comatose weeks, is introduced into a new "family" run by Pinkie, Inkie, Blinkie and their newest victim recruit, Derpy Hooves. little does Moonstone know, however, is that she has just been dragged into another cult, one that takes ponies and turns them into baked goods in a not-so-cheery way. she basically gets indoctrinated again by ponies who are close to her and manipulate her by giving her a loving family and a stable place to stay. i want to portray Pinkie's baking group as something that's way more sinister than it's portrayed in the original Muffins because i feel like it doesn't address the mental strain it has on the bakers as much as it probably would be. the baker's cult portray themselves as a happy-go-lucky batch of bakers who love each other, but there's really a shitton of distrust and fear between the members of the cult. Moonstone and Derpy later realise this, and agree to escape together as newfound adopted sisters. this is a story about colourful horses by the way- 💀

at the end of the story, her and Derpy end up escaping, and this is when Moonstone finally gets her cutie mark; a key with a pair of wings symbolising her newfound freedom. OG Minkie's cutie mark is a lock, but i didn't really like the message that it represented and felt it didn't make that much sense for Minkie's character, and the concept of a pony getting their cutie mark late is interesting, so Moonstone gets a cutie mark that represents her destiny to finally break free and unlock her true self :)

and that's pretty much Moonstone's character! i'll probably make a proper colour palette for her in the future and i'll see how her character goes if i develop her further. this post isn't confirmation that i'm definitely doing a Muffins rewrite, but i thought giving a different twist on Minkie's character while trying to stay true to the original would be interesting and fun.

a couple other facts about Moonstone:

the ribbons in her hair change colours based on her state in the story. for example, when she was a little kid, her ribbons were white to symbolise her innocence. she later wears black when Moonstone got dragged into the baking cult to symbolise her further dwindling mental state and the horrible situation she was in, basically symbolising how she became a harbinger of death and agony. and at the end, she wears white again to symbolise her newfound freedom and a hope to regain her innocence and happiness now that she is truly free. they also become more flowy when she's wearing white, rather than the viney swirl down her hair when she wears black.

i was originally gonna have Moonstone's cutie mark be something like a wing in chains or a ball of light breaking through black chains, but they felt a little too on the nose. i do like the light breaking through chains idea though :)

thanks for reading all this way :) as mentioned before, please do not use this post to discuss any drama relating to the original author in the replies or reblogs. please also refrain from mentioning the name of the author as well as i fear it would just stir things up. i don't want my blog to become a place of drama, i just want to share my silly little ideas about creepy girl horse :P

#minkie pie #muffins mlp #do not mention the drama relating to the original author on this post please #moonstone pie #oh yeah forgot to tag this but #// spoilers #spoilers for muffins #tw religious trauma #tw abuse mention #tw cult #thought i should add those tags since those are a part of Moonstone's character and i don't want anyone to get uncomfortable :)#take care of yourself :)#a bit nervous to post this but here goes...!!!

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years

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Belladonna

Pairing: Young!Robert Baratheon x Reader

Warnings: none really

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Summary: With the death of his father, Robert Baratheon found himself the young lord of Storm's End. A new lordship requires a wife.

He was to wed. That’s what the Lord of the Eyrie had told Robert Baratheon one fine day. Like any other day, practicing his skills with a blade with Ned and without a care in the world until the wise lord had stepped in and taken Robert by the shoulder. With his father dead, Robert was the new lord of Storm’s End. The weight of such a title did little to scare Robert, it was the prospect that he was to find himself a lady to wed. Too soon he was being bombarded with all these new responsibilities and now he had to find a wife as well. Never one to be overwhelmed, he handled everything in stride. It helped that he had the wise Jon Arryn and calculating Ned Stark by his side to help him in his time of need. While Robert took control of Storm’s End and the stormlands, the other two went about collecting prospective brides for him. He trusted in their judgement. While the idea of getting married didn’t interest Robert one bit at least he liked the idea that the most eligible ladies in Westeros would be brought before him. Ned’s choice was his own sister, Lyanna. It would prove wise to have an even stronger bond with the North and the Stormlands. And why not the sister of his best friend? A nice idea, although Robert did wonder how the personality of Lyanna compared to that of her stoic faced brother. He didn’t want to marry a female Ned, as much as he loved him. From the Reach came Jon Arryn’s choice. (y/n) Florent. Those prideful Florents that loved to boast of old kings blood in their veins. And this young woman was the very pride of the Reach. Many knew of her name and even though Gardener Kings no longer ruled, she acted like a queen. The Reach did have more appeal to Winterfell.

That is who he would visit and woo first.

Before leaving, a raven from the Vale had arrived in Storm’s End. The letter from Jon made the big Baratheon lord laugh loudly. Supposedly, Jon cautioned Robert about (y/n), warning her that she had a hot temper and to tread lightly around her when in her presence for she was known as the Vixen for a reason. Behind closed doors it was known that there was another name for the young lady. One that did little flattery to her reputation. Belladonna. Such a lovely name that covered up the poisonous plant that it truly was.

This did little to scare Robert. Women were simple creatures in their desires. Once he spoke to (y/n) he knew that she wouldn’t be as terrifying as Jon had made her out to be. The journey there was an enjoyable one for Robert as he had heard of the beauty that the Reach possessed. Endless fields of green, bursting with fruit as birds and bees alike flocked to them. He had never experienced such fine weather or hunting for the ands were also rich with wildlife. Beastly boars and noble stag alike took nourishment from the abundant land.

A breath of fresh air made Robert feel so relaxed.That was until thundering hooves beating against the earth alert him and his entourage of someone charging toward them.

Tightening his grip on the leather reins, Robert readies himself for a fight. The sight of a large destrier told him that there would be a fight ahead had it not been for the young maiden on top. Behind her were a couple of other bannermen, holding up the cloth banner that had the Florent fox upon it’s threads. Robert relaxes and motions his men to move forward. Compared to the destrier, Robert’s own horse looks like a pony. The lady on top seemed like but a speck atop of the black beast that was meant to be on a battlefield. Not carrying around a woman so nonchalantly.

Sidling up to the maid, she smiles at him. “Lord Baratheon?” Her (e/c) eyes were smart and playful, easily handling the large beast beneath her. Part of her (h/c) hair was pulled back, exposing the signature prominent Florent ears that somehow suited her so well. Normally it would have been off putting to Robert but it added to the girl’s charm.

He grins. “Yes, and who am I in the presence of?”

“I think you know by now.” (y/n) flips her hair over her shoulder revealing the length of her lovely neck. “Come along Lord Baratheon. You and your company must be weary from your travels.”

“It’s quite uncommon for a lady of your pedigree to come out all this way just to greet her guests.” He comments as he falls into place beside her.

She commanded such authority that (y/n) didn’t even need to say anything to the knights following behind her to let them know that they were retreating. “I wanted to see first the man I might be marrying.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“That has yet to be determined.” She doesn’t look at him as they rode back, merely making polite conversation. “If you’re concerned looks wise though, I will admit that it’s a nice surprise. I was expecting someone older and fatter.”

Even that little bit delighted Robert. The way she held herself with complete pride entranced him. Her purposeful coyness and smart mouth was like a game to him that he was all too ready to play, knowing that he would come out victorious.

Not long into the ride did they finally arrive to Brightwater Keep. Robert could still hear the close by singing that came from the Honeywine River. He couldn’t believe that someone had been graced to live in such a heavenly place.

(y/n) was happy to bring them into the gates, showing off her home. “Welcome, gentlemen, to Brightwater Keep. I expected all of you to act according to your titles and not cause trouble for my people.” She was able to easily leap off of her giant horse, wiping off any dirt from her trousers.

Robert had always thought women looked best in dresses, or naked completely, but (y/n) changed that thought. Wearing trousers made her rear appear more shapely and full, something Robert couldn’t tear his attention from.

Stewards and maids awaited them, helping Robert’s men with their luggage and taking them to where they would be sleeping.

“Wash up and rest for a bit before supper.” (y/n) smiles gently at them.

She turns to leave but Robert hastily follows after her. “I would like to greet your lord father. Thank him for hosting my men and I.”

For the first time since meeting her, Robert sees her face fall. “Did Lord Arryn not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

Pursing her lips, (y/n) takes Robert by the arm and leads him inside of the castle. “My father is dying. Most days he’s incapacitated in bed. He’s grown too tired to carry on any conversations. He’s saving his energy for tonight’s dinner.”

Why hadn’t Jon told him?

She smiles at his expression. “Don’t worry about not knowing. Hardly anyone does. He doesn’t want people treating him any differently. If you insist though, I’m sure my father won’t mind too badly.”

"No, I don’t want to disturb his rest. He will be in attendance for dinner. I shall speak with him then.”

Her smile returns. “Very well then. Lord Baratheon, your rooms will be up the staircase if you want my maid Marni to show you to them.”

“Where will you be?”

Smile growing, she puts her hands on her hips. “Sparring practice.”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “Sparring? With a sword?”

“That’s the best way.”

Never had he witnessed a woman fighting with a weapon besides from their tongues. The idea of it was comical. “Well I just have to see this.”

“If you insist.” (y/n) grins and show him to the open courtyard where Florent knights were already practicing.

Completely at ease among the men, (y/n) heads over to the weapons rack. Swords of all types hung from the wooden racks as she pursued her options.

“The Vixen has finally made her appearance.” One of the men points out and jogs toward her. “My lady, which have you chosen for today?” Not until he was close to her did he notice Robert standing off to the side.

At his silence, (y/n) informs him “You best better behave today Errol. There is a lord in our audience today.”

The young man known as Errol straightens himself up. “My lord.”

“At ease. I’m just here to watch this lovely lady fight like a man.”

That seemed to offend him as he sneered. “She fights better than any man. Keep the tone of disrespect out of your mouth, my lord.”

“Errol, hush. Lord Baratheon meant no disrespect.” (y/n) picks up a sword by its handle. “This one shall do. If you ladies are done squawking, the show is about to begin.”

Robert still couldn’t believe that this was happening. A woman was about to fight with a sword against a full grown man. A man that surely had spent his entire life perfecting his skill with a blade. How could this young lady dream of defeating a man twice her size.

Still he gathered with the others and waited with anticipation, (y/n) walking out into the training yard with another young man. Robert grew anxious watching the two as they walked around one another. She wasn’t seriously going to go through with this. . . was she?

“Don’t look so frightened.” Errol scoffed. “She knows what she’s doing. If you are to be her future husband you will have to accept this part of her life.”

The boy’s voice told Robert leagues of how Errol truly felt about his Lady (y/n).

“It just doesn’t seem likely that she could possibly defeat him.” Robert murmured. He inwardly flinched when the large man lunged to attack (y/n).

Fast as lightning, (y/n) easily dodged his lunge; preparing for him to recoil and strike again. Devious and quick like a fox; Robert understood why she was called a vixen. She made that man look like an utter fool, especially when she finally decided to move to offensive attacks. Errol was right, (y/n) fought better than any man. It took Robert’s breath away as he watched with wide eyes, completely entranced as she kept her own against this seasoned knight.

By the time it was all done, Robert’s cheeks were flushed; eyes trained on a sweaty (y/n). Victorious, she stabs the blade of her sword into the ground as the other knights and boys in training cheered for her. Their Vixen. Their Belladonna.

Robert was hooked, more than he had been with any woman. “By the gods. . .”

“If you are to choose her as your bride you better treat her right.” Errol warns him. “If not you’ll be answering to her fury.”

There was no doubt in Errol’s words, Robert knew that well. Jon Arryn’s own voice echoed back in his head. Despite it all, Robert was certain that he wanted to marry (y/n).

(y/n) saunters over to the two men, wiping down her face on a cloth rag. “Did you like the show Lord Baratheon?”

“It was outstanding.” Robert admitted earnestly that it brought a blush to (y/n)’s already red face.

Shyly, she brushes away a strand of (h/c) hair out of her face. “You flatter me.” Her eyes refuse to look upon Robert as she smiles to herself.

The old Lord of Brightwater Keep graced everyone with his presence that night as guest and hostess sat down to feast upon the numerous delicacies that were presented before them. Indeed he looked sick, face pale and skin hanging off of him like an oversized coat. He still held himself with strength and pride; not wanting to let on how sick he truly was. Right away it was evident that the old lord dotted on his daughter, bragging how she was better than any son he could have ever had. Other men at the table agreed making (y/n) sit a little taller in her seat. All the while Robert kept thinking to himself how she would make a great Lady of Storm’s End. His men would adore her as much as those in the Reach. Envisioning the strong children that they would have together made him more certain that she was the one.

Winterfell called to him though; he still needed to meet Lyanna Stark before making a proper decision. After three days spent with (y/n) Florent, Robert had to force himself to depart for the North. (y/n) tried to act uncaring, but Robert could tell that it bothered her to know that he was leaving to meet with another potential bride. He owed it to Ned though to at least meet Lyanna before voicing his decision.

“Do what you must.” She shrugged, putting her sword back into its sheath after sharpening it. Eyes were distant as she finally glances up at him, her fingers go to playfully tug at his thick black beard. “Remember to keep warm. The north is cruel with its cold. Not quite like us here.” (y/n)’s fingers lingered in the thick curls as she reluctantly pulls back her hand.

(y/n) didn’t show it, but she was hurt. In truth she had grown fond of Robert. He was handsome, strong, and funny; (y/n) had soon learned in the past couple of days spent with him.

If (y/n) had been any other woman, Robert would have made quick work in taking her maidenhead. He hadn’t even kissed her yet. For once he wanted to wait. Wanted to savor the pursuit and make it sweet for the bedding.

With a heavy chest, Robert and his men left for the north.

It was an arduous journey that caused Robert’s ass to get sore and he was prone to moodiness the entire way there. Like (y/n) had told him, the weather did nothing to mend his mood. Plenty of thanks went to his beard for that was what truly kept him warm. Each stop made was drearier than the last, the entire time Robert just wished he was back in the sunny fields of the Reach with (y/n).

The sight of Winterfell’s large stone fortress was enough to make Robert cry in relief. Even though Ned wouldn’t be there he was still overjoyed at the prospect of his long journey was over. Now he could rest and enjoy the warmth the Starks had to offer.

Turned out Ned really did take after his father in terms of solemn face and business-like personality. Many others in Winterfell seemed to follow that as well. Sallow faces everywhere, it was a complete change from Brightwater Keep.

All the members of House Stark had come out to welcome him.

Rickard Stark, patriarch and Warden of the North, mustered up a grim sort of smile. “Lord Baratheon, welcome to the north. We were sorry to hear about your father’s death.”

“My brother says that you are to take Lyanna as a bride.” Brandon sizes up the young lord, gray eyes unforgiving.

“If we agree with each other.” Robert offers with a smile, attempting to thaw their icy hearts. It did little to bring warmth to their faces.

What were they doing together?

Brandon glances at who Robert could only guess was Lyanna. His dark blue eyes travel to her. Large, gray eyes meet his gaze head on. Long lashes flutter as she too examines this man who might be her husband. She was a beauty, that was fact, but Robert suddenly found it hard to be attracted to her. All he could think about was (y/n)’s warm smile and cocky attitude. Soon enough he realized that his heart had chosen long ago. As lovely as Lyanna was, Robert’s heart begged him to return to his Florent lady.

Ever since Robert had left you had been agitated and unable to relax. Nothing seemed to give you comfort. All you could think about was Robert falling in love with Lyanna Stark. What would you do if he ended up choosing the northern girl? Surely you would feel slighted, embarrassed even. You knew though you would feel pain above all things. He had spent such a small amount of time with you yet you couldn’t deny the feelings that had sprung up.

He hadn’t even so much as held your hand let alone kiss you. According to what Errol and the other knights knew, Robert Baratheon was an infamous womanizer; possibly already having given numerous women his bastard. Were you not attractive enough to him? Perhaps your attitude turned him off.

“Good riddance to him then.” Errol told you. “Just forget about him.”

Easier said than done. You wished you could just forget the memorable days spent with him. The peaceful evenings the two of you spent in the meadow as you weaved small flowers into his beard, laughing at him and dubbing him the Lord of Flowers. How Robert would teasingly whistle at you when you were sparring.

The training ground didn’t have it’s usual flare as you lean against one of the wooden posts. Your vigor to fight was dim. It’s like when Robert left he took your fight with him. Not wanting to even admit it to yourself, you shoved down that feeling with resentment.

Pausing, Errol licks his lips. “You know, if you’re so eager to marry someone I can talk to your father. . .”

As close as you were to him, you had never felt any romantic inclinations towards Errol. “That’s very sweet of you, but that’s not necessary. I’m sure my father is already making up a list of more eligible lords for me to take as a husband.” Fingers fiddling with the pommel of your sword, you stare at the ground. True what you said, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about never being married off. Your father would find you someone, just not Robert.

“Pick up your sword Errol. Lets dance.”

A little frightened at your tone of voice, Errol never the less draws his sword. “Ready when you are, my Lady Vixen.”

“Belladonna rolls off the tongue more, don’t you think?”

Robert.

Not quite believing it, your sword hand slackens. Eyes wide you could only stare at him in disbelief.

He grins, eyes sparkling. “It would be a great honor if I fought against you in a spar, Belladonna.”

Beside you, you noticed Errol bristle. All you could do was return Lord Baratheon’s grin. “Of course. You would be doing me the honor. I hear you’re an excellent fighter.”

Robert leapt into the ring, shouldering Errol out of the way. You already knew that Robert preferred to fight with a warhammer. This would be the first time you would fight against such a formidable weapon. Excited, you lift your sword back up and prepared for your dance.

When weapon clashed against weapon, you felt your blood sing in your veins; heart pounding frantically with excitement. Every nerve in your body was exploding each measured step you took. Arm and blade becoming one with each block, cheeks ablaze as you drew closer to Robert. This was the most sensation you had ever felt while fighting. This was the kind of fight you had always wanted. Only Robert could have ever offered you such an outstanding battle.

By the end of it, both of you were heavily sweating and panting; neither of you having won. Instead you called it a draw.

“You are an amazing woman.”

You laugh. “Don’t you forget it.”

Mesmerized, Robert drops his hammer and gets to one knee. “Marry me (y/n).”

Laughter was stuck in your throat. “Ha. . . was it that horrible in the north?”

“Yes. I just kept thinking about you the entire time.” You tried to find any hint that his words were lies, but there was none. Naked honesty and adoration shined in those deep pools of blue.

“Y. . . You didn’t kiss me. At all. And here I thought you were this infamous lady’s man.”

His response came so easily.”I wanted to wait to savor you, for you are a delicacy that should be enjoyed with time and not eaten so hastily.” Robert’s hand gingerly holds onto your’s. Your hand seemingly disappeared in his large paw. “I’m a man who doesn’t like to repeat my words, but I’ll gladly do it for you. Marry me, (y/n) Florent. Belladonna of the Reach and Lady Vixen of Brightwater Keep.”

Lips turning up in a grin, you accept his proposal.

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thesunmeltedthegrayaway · 2 years

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Through Their Eyes: Johnny Cade x Reader

Warning: It gets a little angsty toward the end but it's nothing too heavy... (at least I think it isn't too heavy.)

Summary: Your relationship with Johnny from the gangs perspective

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Two-Bit Matthews had never seen Johnny Cade smile so wide before. Sure, he'd see a few grins here and there but if anyone even mentioned you. Then expect Johnny to give out the most gleaming smile he could manage. You just had an effect on him, one that would make it seem as though he was the happiest person in the world. And when Two-Bit saw the pair of you together you both seemingly had the same expression. Genuine, lovesick smiles with a content demeanor. He'd see how his mood would brighten even more when he heard your laugh. In essence, you were part of the reason his smile came back.

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Darry could hear you two a mile away despite the rain that was pouring harshly down against the house. Your joyful laughter and slight screams of coldness echoed down the street. He watched from the window as the two of you ran toward the house, completely soaked to the bone in rainwater.

"I told you we should've just stayed here." Darry heard you say joyful, a slight shiver followed after your sentence.

"I have to admit it's not as nice as all those books and movies make it seem like." He heard Johnny grumble. "I'm freezing."

"You're watching too many movies with Pony, you loverboy." You tease making him laugh.

Darry decided to make his presence known, he walked quietly out of the kitchen before clearing his throat. The both of you look at him with wide smiles.

"You mind if we borrow some towels and clothes that won't stick to our skin?" You asked him hopefully.

"Sure," Darry says simply before walking off. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two of you. The both of you always seemed at ease with one another.

The two of you had settled down in the living room after you had dried off. You two were having a conversation, your voices were so hushed and tired it was hard to tell what you were saying. Darry noticed after he had finished the dishes that your voices stopped. The only noises that could be heard were the TV softly playing in the background as the rain continued to pour down on the house.

He walked back into the living room to see the pair of you asleep. Johnny was sprawled messily out on the couch, his hand was still entrapped in your Y/C hair. You, on the other hand, were on the floor. Your body is on its side leaning against the couch. Your head rested on the bit of cushion Johnny had given you. If he saw anyone else in the same position as you two he would say they looked extremely uncomfortable. But for some reason, you two seemed to release comfort and ease. That was just the way the two of you were... comfortable and at ease.

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Soda and Steve would describe the pair of you as energetic, electric, yet static, and easy-going at the same time. One minute they would see the pair of you with wild and excited eyes. You both would be walking into the DX with beaming smiles. The pair of you would grab a pop and just sit and talk with both of them. Slowly but surely your energetic and electric mood would shift to the easy-going and calm. Soda had theorized that Johnny got his energy off of you and he in return would bounce his calmness back to you. Until eventually, the both of you would balance each other out. Steve told him he was crazy but Soda never listened to him. He was confident in his theory and most people would agree with him.

~~~

Ponyboy was shocked at how calm you could make him. You were like a big huff of nicotine, or maybe a whole pack of cancer sticks if he was honest. He didn't realize how quickly you could bring him back to Earth until you three were forced to hide in the church. Johnny got into hysterics one day which shocked both you and him. Tears streamed heavily down his face, and his breath stuttered with every word he forced out. Pony watched as you let him rant his heart out. After a while, you simply pulled him in for an embrace.

He could hear your soft voice utter "it's going to be okay" and "just breath Johnny."

He watched slowly as his labored gasp of air began to settle. You both slowly sank down to the ground, your embrace hadn't relented the slightly. Johnny's hands gripped you tightly, his grip seemed bruising but it didn't phase you in the slightest.

"We're going to get through this." You spoke softly, Ponyboy saw your determined eyes travel from Johnny to himself. "We all are going to be fine."

Ponyboy had to admit that your confidence was intimidating. But maybe that was what made you so alluring to Johnny. How headstrong you could be, how reassuring you seemed to be. If Pony could describe your relationship with one another, he would say you kept each other grounded.

~~~ Dallas Winston couldn't stand you. He didn't trust your intentions, he thought you were the same as every other woman he had encountered. He thought your sincerity was a facade and you were merely waiting for the moment to pull some sick joke on Johnny.

That was until, the aftermath of the church fire. Johnny had gotten more burns than the rest of you. A loose ceiling board narrowly missed his back and struck him on the back of the arm viciously. By the time Dallas had pulled him out, he had passed out due to the heavy smoke that surrounded him.

Dallas had to wait for the nurses to get distracted so he could sneak down to Johnny's room. When he got there his stomach twisted at the burns he got. But he could tell that he would be fine. Dallas rested on one of the dingy guest chairs looking down at the badly burned skin on Johnny's arm. Dally jumped at the sound of the door opening. But he relaxed slightly when he saw that it was you.

Your eyes filled with tears the second you saw Johnny. Your eyes were glued to his arm. You began to shake as you cried, you looked as though you could get sick. Dallas felt a rush of guilt once he saw how you reacted. How your eyes filled with hurt as you stared down at Johnny.

"Calm down kid." He muttered but his words had no effect on you.

"Why does it always have to be him?" You gasp out sadly. "He doesn't deserve this... or anything else that's happened to him."

"I know he doesn't," Dallas replied, the way you were breaking down was getting to him. He couldn't even look at you in that moment.

"I lied to him," You start, making Dallas's eyes shoot up to you. "I told him we were going to be okay... and now look at him."

"Y/N..."

"I should've tried harder to convince him to stay here in the first place."

"Y/-"

"I should've stuck to my guns and made him turn himself in."

Dallas at this point had gotten up and began to walk over to you.

"It's my fault he's like this, I should've tried harder to keep him here."

Dallas gripped your arms and shook you slightly making him look at you. He had to swallow back tears as he looked at your tear-stained face.

"This isn't your fault kid."

You turned your head back over to Johnny before uttering sadly...

"Then why do I feel like it is?"

You were pulled into a shocking, tense feeling, one-armed hug.

"I can't tell you why. All I can tell you to do is to not blame yourself for any of this."

All you could do was close your eyes and try to calm yourself down. But your lip trembled, tears still trailed down your face no matter what you did.

"You two really aren't cryin' because of me are you?" A hoarse, quiet voice asked making the both pull apart. Johnny stared at both of you with a tired grin on his face.

"I ain't cryin' man," Dallas grumbled embarrassingly, he pushed you slightly toward Johnny's hospital bed. "They were cryin'."

Johnny let out a tired-sounding laugh, a smile followed after. "Come here." He called out softly to you making you walk over to him. His non injured arm reached up to wipe away the tears that stained your face.

"Now I gotta be the one to tell you everything's going to be okay."

"Yeah." You say tearfully before letting out a breathless lap. "The roles have reversed."

You two began to talk quietly amongst yourselves. As if you were blocking out the rest of the world. The relief you felt after knowing that the both of you were okay shielded you two. At that moment, Dallas came to a realization. You two really cared for one another. It was foolish of him to assume that it was anything but genuine. So, Dallas would describe your relationship as real, and filled with so many emotions that it was hard to describe which one fit the best.

But if he had to choose one word, he knew what it would be.

Adoration

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cupofbrownsugar · 2 years

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okay guys this is getting out of hand more centaur au this is truly just for me i’m having so much fun with this dumb idea lol here we go. jason and salim are deer, nick’s a moose, eric and rachel are horses

“Okay, I have a new plan.”

“Uh huh.”

“If I show him how strong I am, that’ll scare him off, right? Maybe I could like, flex? Or lift a log or somethin’. Maybe kick over a stump.”

“Mhmm.”

“...Are you even listening, Nicky?”

“Definitely not.”

Jason turned to his friend, who was sitting peacefully in the grass and sunshine, eyes closed as he intently ignored him. The moose centaur was covered in various jewelry made of braided flowers.

“Why the fuck are you covered in flowers again?”

“Getting courted,” Nick said nonchalantly, throwing a thumb out to point at a nearby hill where two blond horse centaurs quickly ducked away. “I told ‘em I wanted some alone time, but I think they’re jealous.” The heads popped up again just enough to glare at the buck.

“The fuck?” Jason asked, hoof stirring at the dirt, “Are they workin’ together?”

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Nick said with a shrug, taking one of the flowers off himself to eat, “but they’re not very good at it. They are persistent though.”

Jason snorted. “Fuckin’ uppity horses.”

“I hear ya.” Nick stretched and finally opened his eyes, turning his attention to the buck. “So, what’s your plan this time to impress Salim?”

“Not impress, intimidate!” Jason stomped at the earth, kicking up leaves. “Wait, who’s ‘Salim’?”

Nick gave him a withering look. “You’re kidding me. You don’t even know his name? You’ve been trying to flirt with him for weeks.”

“Not flirting, threatening!” Jason’s ears flicked back, and then his eyes widened. “Wait, how do you know that buck’s name?!”

Nick felt three pairs of accusing eyes drilling into him and he sighed. “For the love of- he’s a nice guy, and we’re neighbours, so I goddamn introduced myself like a decent person.”

“Traitor,” Jason hissed while two upset whinnies came from behind the hill.

“Fine!” Nick said as he stood, brushing off the flower jewelry and trotting away, “Then I won’t tell you what would really get his attention.”

“Wait, really?!” Jason cantered after him, ears and tail perked up. “Come on, Nicky, help a buck out, please? Please?! I’ll get you some of those lily pad flowers you like, from the deep part of the pond.”

Nick slowed into a walk, side-eyeing the deer. “The extra deep part. With all the algae.”

“Deal,” Jason replied immediately, nimbly following along, attentive and serious.

“Alright.” Nick looked over his shoulder and sighed again, motioning for Jason to follow. “But let’s lose the ponies first, they’re shit off-trail in these woods.”

“So the thing that would really get Salim...”

It took a while to sludge out into the middle of the pond and even longer to wash off all the mud and algae, but Jason had to admit, Nick’s idea seemed pretty solid. There was a boar that had taken over part of Salim’s territory, and the other buck hadn’t been able to get rid of it. So all Jason had to do was kick that lil’ fucker out, right in front of the other buck, and damn, wouldn’t that scare him off?! Seeing him beat a creature he couldn’t defeat?!

The boar did prove to be... annoying, a big bastard with sharp tusks and that almost nipped off the tip of Jason’s tail. But the buck was quicker, and more agile, and had a back kick that sent the thing flying across the nearby river and squealing away.

“Oorah! That’s right, fuck off, you little shit!” Jason cried out triumphantly, bounding through the leaves. He stomped into the earth, calling after it, “And don’t you come back, ya hear!”

Chest puffed out and preening, tail and antlers held high, he turned to Salim’s makeshift home, a small comfortable-looking dwelling built out of a large old tree. The other buck was peeking out of the doorway, eyes wide and ears back.

“Y-you... defeated that terrible creature...” Salim breathed softly, looking across the river and then back to Jason. He suddenly broke out into a grateful smile. “Thank you!”

Salim bounded out of his home, leaping towards him to grab both of Jason’s hands within his own. “That horrid thing tore up my garden and kept stealing my forages, but for the life of me, I could not chase it off! Thank you!!!”

Jason stared at him wide-eyed, completely overwhelmed at the brightness and closeness of the other man and his smile, the fond appreciation in his voice, the sunset’s warm light washing over his darker skin. “Uh, w-well, I-I-”

“I can’t thank you enough! And you were incredible! I’ve never seen such strong kicks! And such agility!”

Jason could feel himself sweating; this buck’s hands were so soft, so warm. “A-a-ha-haaaa well, I, uh-”

��Oh, where are my manners, let me thank you properly.” Salim leaned in and kissed him softly on both cheeks, and Jason froze stock still, completely flushing pink from his eyebrows to his belly button. Salim quickly added, “And wait just one moment!”

The other buck bounded back into his small home as Jason tried to remember how to breathe again, not even blinking. Salim returned swiftly, carrying a small delicately-tied bag that he placed into Jason’s hands.

“Some tea,” Salim said gently, as pink flushed his own cheeks, “from the flowers you gave me.”

“O-oh,” Jason replied intelligently, holding the small bag as if it could break with any movement.

Salim stepped back, ducking his head and looking up at him from under his eyelashes with his dark warm eyes.

“Thank you, my friend. I am forever grateful.”

“He... gave me a gift.”

“Oh?” Nick tipped his head to look away from the stars above to look at the buck, laid back in the tall grass on the forest cliff with him. “Is that what you’ve been clutching to your chest all night?”

Jason nodded, and brought up the bag to his face, sniffing it curiously. “He said it’s tea. What’s that, do I eat it? It smells sweet.”

Nick snorted a laugh. “No, Jason, do not eat it. What kind of tea is it?”

“It’s... tea from the flowers I gave him...” Jason’s voice trailed off softly in thought, and Nick hummed, pleased. Until the buck sat up suddenly, furious.

“He’s fuckin’ mockin’ me!”

“What.”

“He made... fuckin’ ‘tea’ out of the threat I gave him!” Jason fumed. “That bastard!”

Nick sighed long and suffering, sitting up as well. “You know what, eat the damn tea after all. Maybe that’s what your dumb ass needs right now.”

Jason’s eyes furrowed, and he suddenly flushed deep red again.

“What?” Nick asked tiredly.

“He also...” Jason murmured, “...kissed me on the cheek.” He reached up a hand to touch his face, almost reverently. “Both of ‘em.”

“Yeahhhhhh, we’re getting back there, come on, man,” Nick encouraged.

“He’s definitely mockin’ me!” Jason leapt up, stomping down the tall grass. “Tryin’ to make me seem all weak and shit!”

“I’m surrounded by goddamn idiots,” Nick groaned, falling back into the tall grass. He heard two sad whinnies from the bottom of the cliff and he called out, “Yes, I mean you guys too!”

Jason, meanwhile, started to spit and sputter, trying to get tea leaves off his tongue. “Damnit, how can somethin’ so sweet be so bitter?!”

Nick closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. “I ask myself that every damn day.”

#fic #centaur au #no one wanted more of this more than meeeee ee hee hee hee #jalim #jason kolchek #salim othman #nick kay #eric king #rachel king #nick x eric x rachel #our favourite himbo jason kolchek

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ponett · 3 years

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hi i watched the new my little pony movie and it was... pretty good! it was very cute, i like the new cast a lot, there were some nice heartfelt moments that had some surprising depth, all the locations were really pretty to look at, the poppy musical numbers were fun, the character animation is really lively. it's a solid little fantasy adventure flick for kids. i do have mixed feelings about the story though. here are some casual-ish thoughts. (i posted some of this on twitter last night but i have even more thoughts now. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry)

spoilers below the cut

okay so, i liked it a lot when it was just letting the new characters play off each other, but unfortunately my fears came true and almost the entire movie is laser focused on the oversimplified extremely on-the-nose trump era racism allegory plot. i do have to cut it some slack for their good intentions, and this is a 90 minute animated movie for 5-year-olds, so there's only so much they can do. it did also have a bit more nuance than i expected at points. (it's more nuanced than zootopia, for what it's worth. not that that's hard.) and hell, friendship is magic also screwed up its attempts at similar topics, and y'all know how much i still love that show. so it's not like i hate this movie. but it has such an oversimplified "we should all be friends!" take on real issues, and it frustrates me that it completely dominates the film, being the main focus of almost every single scene

there's some interesting stuff where they show how those in power are stoking peoples' fears to maintain their own power. like the big factory in the earth pony town is essentially an arms manufacturer capitalizing on the fear of outsiders, the cops mainly exist to uphold the laws segregating the ponies, the pegasus royal family pretends they still have the ability to fly and this lie seems to be the only reason they're in power (the queen literally gets arrested the second the truth comes out lol). but then they all just kind of... see the error of their ways shortly after meeting other types of pony, and there are no repercussions? not saying this toy commercial cartoon for little girls needs to fuckin kill the bad guys or throw them in jail or whatever, but we don't even get like a "they made them turn the arms factory into something else" type resolution, and no one even really acknowledges that these characters did anything wrong. no one is considered an oppressor, the movie takes for granted that these people in power who derive their power from bigotry were just misguided, and that they'll totally change their beliefs as soon as they're presented with new information. society is fundamentally unjust, but none of the individuals maintaining that unjust status quo are at fault for doing so

i also don't know if it's a good or bad thing that there's no explanation for why the ponies hate each other now. like on the one hand at least there's no historical backstory that inadvertently justifies the prejudices (like zootopia and its story about how the predators used to eat the prey). but on the other hand... how the hell did they get from g4 to here in the intervening centuries? at my most uncharitable it feels like this whole story about how equestria used to be this land where everyone got along and now everyone is divided is a heavy-handed metaphor for The Sudden Division Of America In The Trump Era as it's perceived by a lot of liberals. history didn't logically lead us to this point, no one is really at fault, everyone just arbitrarily started hating each other at some point and we just all need to put that aside and get along again. it's almost the FiM episode about how the cowboys and the natives should just learn to share all over again. (again: i will admit this is an uncharitable read of the film)

(sidebar with BIG SPOILERS: the very end also really bugged me, but that's more just a personal taste thing. in the leadup to g5 i was excited to see them make an earth pony the protagonist. i thought that was a nice change of pace after nine seasons of twilight. but then in the end of the movie, after sunny delivers the moral, she's magically turned into an alicorn... like oh we're just doing that again huh. okay. it also doesn't really gel with this story where the different types of pony are being used for a racism/xenophobia allegory)

i feel a little bad hyper-focusing on the way the allegory falls apart like this, but like. the allegory is the entire fucking movie lol. they are constantly talking about it in every scene, the first song mentions "building a wall," the main antagonist (who may or may not be intended to evoke trump???) manipulates the earth ponies' prejudices to make them all go full fascist, etc. it is not subtle. of course, this story isn't ALL bad - the adventures along the way were fun, i was relieved when everyone realized that the macguffin wouldn't magically make everyone get along again (although realizing this DOES make the macguffin restore everyone's magic which seems to mostly fix everything, so... lol), and a message about looking past stereotypes and misinformation to befriend people who are different from you definitely isn't a bad one for a kids' film. and obviously a story with this target demographic is ALWAYS going to have to simplify reality a bit. it's just extremely obvious that they wanted to go for a nuanced topical political story that would surprise the parents in the audience and maybe teach kids a thing or two, and it turned out messy

but again, i liked the characters. it was nice to look at. it was cute. i'll gladly watch a new show with these characters. i hope the inevitable show focuses less on this political allegory though lol

anyway there's a shot of fluttershy and rainbow dash in the opening scene so 10/10

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tulsa-trash · 3 years

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Book Swap

Request: could you do a modern!pony x reader imagine where you're both in 9th grade and meet at the library, and one day you finally have the guts to ask for his number, so you guys start texting and then you start crushing on him and then you have to figure out how to tell him, so u ask two-bit and johnny for advice

WARNING(S): N/A

You sighed deeply as you began to reread the same sentence in your book for what felt like the twentieth time. It seemed as though you were reading but not even comprehending the words. To be fair, it was impossible to get lost in a book when a familiar cute boy was sitting a table over from you.

Ponyboy Curtis. How does one even begin to describe the amazing human you had the honor of being within five feet of? Unlike most guys in high school, Pony was something special. He was kind and very smart, you knew this because you have English with him. You've never seen someone so into a class before, he also appeared to have an interest in literature, like you. The both of you were nothing but mere acquaintances, and you secretly wished you could change that.

It didn't help that you found him absolutely dreamy. His brown hair was always a little messy, but it still managed to make him even cuter. You always feel your heart skip a beat whenever your eyes would meet his sparkling green ones in the hallways. You'd smile whenever you'd see him laughing with his friends, it showed off his dimples that sunk into his cheeks. Ponyboy Curtis was the boy of your dreams, and the young man was completely oblivious.

Your phone vibrated on the desk you were sitting at. Glancing up from your book, you seen that it was a text from one of your friends. After placing your bookmark in between the pages you unlocked your phone.

Evie: So? Did you talk to him yet?

You rolled your eyes after reading the message, your fingers quickly tapped at the screen as you typed your response.

Y/N: No obviously not. Now leave me alone.

Kathy: Girl go for it! He's a nice kid you said so yourself.

Y/N: Uh nope. Much rather stare at him from afar and not make a fool of myself attempting to talk to him.

Kathy: Well if you don't not only will I embarrass you in front of lover boy, everyone in this library will see me screaming at you and we'll both probably get kicked out.

Y/N: Wait what? How do you know I'm at the library?? Are you here right now???

Kathy: Look over at the fantasy section you nerd. You being you I obviously knew where YOU would be on a Saturday afternoon.

You looked up, eyes widening in shock as you saw your friend hiding behind a bookshelf watching you with a sly grin.

Kathy: Make a move now or I'm coming over there.

With already shaking hands you put your phone in your pocket and grabbed your book. You sent Kathy a pleading look, but all she did was shake her head and point towards Ponyboy violently. Taking in a deep breath, you got up. The chair scraped against the floor, creating a loud noise which made at least five people look up at you... including him.

"Oh god." You mumbled under your breath.

In your peripheral vision you could see Ponyboy's gaze return to his book, taking that as your cue to move you slowly crept to his table. You had made it to the chair directly across from him, he was so caught up in his book he didn't even notice your presence. You smiled softly, his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration while his eyes scanned the pages back and forth. You awkwardly cleared your throat, not too loud to disturb others but just enough for him to tear his attention from his book to notice you.

"Oh, hey." Ponyboy said, "Can I help you with somethin'?"

"Um..." Jesus this was going to be way harder than you thought. "W-Would you mind if I sat with ya?"

"Not at all. Go ahead." He sent you a friendly smile as he gestured to the chair you were at.

His smile. Your legs already feel like jello, you could've sworn you were going to collapse right then in there.

"Y/N, right?" He asked as you sat down.

"That's me. And you're Ponyboy."

"Yep, couldn't forget a name like that if you tried." He joked.

You giggled as you opened your book, Ponyboy returned to his. Curiosity got the better of you when you looked back up to see what he was reading.

"Gone With the Wind." You read aloud.

"Have you read it before?" He asked.

You shook your head, "I haven't, but I've heard only good things about it. I saw the movie about a year ago and thought it was great."

"The book is amazing!" He gushed, only to be shushed by the librarian walking by. "This is my fifth time reading it." He told you in a more hushed tone.

You snickered, "Must be really great."

"What ya got there?"

You lifted up your book from the table to reveal the cover to him, his bright eyes scanned the cover.

"The Boy in Striped Pajamas?"

"I know the title seems a bit odd, but trust me this is a good read." You told him, "This being my third time reading it."

"Well what's it about?" He asked.

You went on to tell him about your book, and he went on to tell you all about his. The both of you began to talk about anything and everything, you were beyond happy that things were going well. You were having so much fun you completely forgot about Kathy spying on you, before either of you could realize it two hours had gone by.

You peaked at your phone and cursed under your breath, the lock screen had a reminder that your shift at work was starting in less than thirty minutes.

"I really hate to end this... but I gotta go." You said.

"That sucks." He said disappointedly.

You couldn't help feeling a little giddy inside to see that he was upset you were leaving. While you got up and gathered your things, you remembered that you wanted to get his phone number badly. You just had to figure out a way to get it without making things awkward.

"Hey, Pone?"

He hummed in response.

"What do ya say we swap books... and numbers? Thats only if you want to. I just figured since we read them already and it was cool talk--"

"I'd like that." He stopped your rambling, only to send you a warm smile while doing so.

You blushed as the both of you swapped phones to put in each others information along with handing each other your books. With a final wave goodbye you left the library, your best friend of course followed after you. She interrogated you with thousands of questions and the both of you walked to work, you gladly answered them all in an almost dazed state. You felt as if you were walking on air for the rest of the day, and you couldn't wait to text him later on.

Two weeks had gone by, and let's just say those two weeks have been the best ones of your life. You and Ponyboy had been texting every single day. At first you just talked about each other's books, but then your conversations started evolve to anything and everything. You knew you had liked him before, but your feelings for him have grown drastically. It was beginning to get unbearable holding in how you truly felt, and you weren't sure if you wanted to tell him.

The fear of rejection was one of the main reasons why you've been thinking of just repressing your feelings. Sure, he seemed to like you, but it felt as though he only liked you simply as a friend. Another reason being you were afraid that it would ruin things between the both of you. You had finally become good friends, the last thing you wanted was for everything to end up being awkward all because of you and your silly crush.

After a lot of thinking you decided you needed some advice, and by advice you mean advice thats not only from Kathy. She keeps telling you to go for it, but she doesn't really know Ponyboy well. That's why you got the idea to ask one of his buddies on their opinion. Luckily Pony invited you to watch him and his friends play football. You ceased the opportunity, not only would you be able to watch the boy of your dreams get all sweaty and tuff looking, you could also get one of his friends alone to talk about how you felt.

It was a warm, Sunday morning in Tulsa. The sun was high in the sky and beat down harshly on the group of boys tackling each other in the giant field. You sat under a tree with a notebook in your lap, a cool breeze would rush by every now and then, cooling you off the slightest. You doodled randomness on the blank pages, sketching pictures and honing your writing skills. Every now and then you would glance up and watch the game for a few, sometimes cheering the boys on or laughing when they began to goof off and wrestle each other on the ground.

There was a particular drawing you found yourself enthralled in, as the pencil in your hand smoothly ran across the paper you found yourself sketching a picture of Ponyboy's face. You were so focused you didn't even notice someone come over and take a seat right beside you.

"Nice drawin' you got there." A quiet voice spoke.

You quickly slammed the notebook closed and snapped you head to the right, it was Ponyboy's best friend, Johnny. A tiny smirk was tugging at his lips as he looked at you with one eyebrow raised.

"T-Thanks." You stuttered nervously.

"You like him, huh?" He asked you.

You stood silent as you played with the grass below you, pulling it from the Earth and rubbing it between your fingers. Your gaze was straight ahead watching the game, you were afraid to meet Johnny's gaze that was burning holes into the side of your head.

"Yes..." You hesitated a bit, "I do."

"Does he know?"

"No!" You said hopelessly, "And I'm not sure if I even want him to know."

"Why not?"

"Because he probably doesn't feel the same..." You trailed off.

"Hey now, ya never know." Johnny said.

"What are you two kiddies doin' over here?" A loud voice bellowed.

It was none other than Two-Bit, he staggered over to the both of you before plopping down to your left. He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead and trickling down his neck.

"You tryin' to make moves on Pony's girl or somethin', John?" Two asked playfully.

Your heart fluttered, 'Pony's girl.'

"No way, man. Trust me." Johnny chuckled.

"Pony's girl?" You repeated to him questioningly.

"Oh yeah! I see the way y'all look at each other I ain't blind."

You let Two's words sink in, was it that obvious that you liked him? He even said that Pony looks at you a certain way as well. Maybe there was a chance he shared your feelings after all.

"You think he likes me or somethin'?" You asked casually.

"Oh I don't think, I know."

You smiled softly, butterflies erupting in your stomach. In the back of your mind you worried that you were getting your hopes up a little too high, but you couldn't help it.

"I like him too." You admitted.

Two-Bit scoffed, "Tell me somethin' I don't know."

"Well... what should I do?"

"Tell him." Two replied.

"I agree." Johnny piped up.

Both nerves and excitement began to bubble up inside you as you got up and gathered your things.

"Where are you off to?" Johnny asked as you began to jog away from them.

"Gotta head home. Tell Ponyboy I'm sorry I had to leave but I'll text him later!"

"See ya later lover girl!" Two-Bit hollered after you while preceding to make kissing noises.

You laughed to yourself and shook your head, "Idiot."

Y/N: Whats up Pone-bone?

Ponyboy: Nothing much lil lady, and yourself?

Y/N: Same. Btw sorry for leaving so soon today, had some things to do.

Ponyboy: It's alright.

Hey what were you, Johnny and Two talking about? They didn't try to tease you or nothin right?

Y/N: Nooo ofc not they were just chattin

But thats actually what I wanted to talk to you about...

Ponyboy: Well... Go on then

Y/N: Okay I'm just gonna say it

I like you

like a lot

Ponyboy: As a friend or?

Y/N: No silly, like more than friends...

Ponyboy: Wait actually?

Y/N: Yes Pony

Ponyboy: Seriously??

Y/N: OMG YES!!

I LIKE YOU A LOT!

... im sorry if it weirds you out

Ponyboy: NO! NO IT DOESN'T.

SORRY

... Just wanted to make sure this isn't a prank or whatever.

But in all seriousness yes, I like you a whole lot.

Y/N: Are you sure?

Ponyboy: Positive doll

Do you wanna grab some milkshakes at the Dingo next weekend?

Y/N: Are you asking me out onna date Curtis?

Ponyboy: Yes, I am ;)

Y/N: Well I would love to :)

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders ponyboy #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders fic #the outsiders fluff #the outsiders fandom #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy michael curtis #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy curtis imagine #ponyboy curtis fanfiction #ponyboy fic #modern!ponyboy #ponyboy curtis au #c thomas howell

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spookierdeer · 3 years

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spike redesign!! full post, i posted the wip a few days ago. more info under the cut!

sorry if what follows seems a little haphazard, i'm still working on fully forming my thoughts so the notes might be written out messily. still all canon until i say otherwise, though!

spike's actual species of dragon is unknown, twilight recieved his egg by mistake during a school project. the eggs were supposed to be under a stasis spell to keep the mysterious species of bird from hatching while under the young ponies' care, but those type of spells don't work on dragon eggs. i may write about how she actually came to receive this egg one day, but today i want to focus on spike!

i'm not confident my sketch of freshly hatched spike really shows him at the size i wanted to go for, as i imagine dragons are curled up inside the eggs completely and there isn't much space inside there once the dragon has fully formed and is close to hatching. so, spike is a pretty chunky baby and while teenage twilight can cradle him, he's still pretty stout.

in my au, dragons don't all eat crystals or minerals! it's actually pretty rare and most species of dragons enjoy full diets not including rocks or gems at all. however the dragons that do eat minerals often have the flashiest and stunning scale patters (crystals and gems) or the most rough to the touch (usually minerals found in lava beds and other highly sulfuric areas). this isn't mutually exclusive! spike has a bright color palette and pretty smooth scaling, but a mineral eating dragon could have just as bright of colors but feel like harsh sandpaper or a rough, rough cliff face. since spike is raised by ponies and quite enjoys minerals, he's gotten used to soft and silky textures and, though he isn't fully aware of how much his preferences and diet shape his scale texture, prefers his sleek scales to the rougher dragons he's seen.

if a dragon has unwanted roughness or is having trouble shedding scales, they may rub their bodies against harsh stone! for generations, before ponies and dragons new more of each other, there were smoothed out stones found in forests and other areas with low populations. they were considered magical by earth ponies and sometimes sacred! turns out, it was just where a dragon had buffed out some rough scales before the ponies found the place.

if spike were to eat magnetized minerals, would his scales become magnetic? probably if he ate enough! decorate your fridge with his yearly shed scales?

in the image i mention that land born dragon eggs are rough and water born dragon eggs are smooth. yes! that is a thing in my au. will i describe spikes egg here? no <3

twilight is basically a teen mom in my au, though by the time my au takes place spike rarely calls her anything other than her actual name. mostly because he thought his best friend being his mom was weird so his solution was to just call her by her real name instead! briliant, obviously. spike does still have a crush on rarity in his younger years, but it's definitely not anything serious. just a kid who thinks his mom's close friend is very nice and pretty! she's basically an aunt to him (the rest of the mane 6 generally act as his aunts, even rainbow who's married to his adoptive mom) and showed him the wonders of spa days and self care. her and fluttershy would take turns babysitting him when he was too young to follow twilight to school or when she was busy doing work for celestia and she couldn't keep an eye on him. after twilight and rainbow started dating, spike basically had this internalized debate of "ok. twilight is my mom. i love her. rainbow is like family. i love her too. it's still kind of weird that they're dating. why??" and basically came to the conclusion that it is ok to not call rainbow dash "mom" after all. he very bravely confronted rainbow about it when they were alone and she was like "it's ok lil dude" but internally was like "god hes precious" and was never worried about what spike called her anyway.

when rigel wisp comes along spike is basically that meme of "i've only known them for 5 minutes, but if anything happened to them i'd kill everthing in the room and then myself" as soon as he gets to hold them for the first time. he's a little bigger than pictured here, but never gets bigger than 5ft head to tail. he's a great older brother and spoils them rotten! he's not quite as close to the other foals of the mane 6+family, but he does try to help out with babysitting and keeping the foals distracted when needed. he's great at keeping them entertained and if the parents sneak him some extra gems when no ones looking, he's definitely not complaining.

i'm still working on a concrete timeline, but i know for sure spike is around 4 years older than flurry heart. timeline for that is twilight hatches spike's egg, shining armor completes training, eventually gets assigned to princess cadence's protection detail, they fall in love and almost immediately have a love boom that produces flurry heart. not sure if cadence knew twilights family when they were all kids or not, i kind of like it better as a love at first sight thing for her and shining armor. her whole thing is love after all! plus, she's the crown princess of the crystal kingdom and twilights parents are just unicorn astronomers. not sure how they'd meet for play dates, being from two separate kingdoms lmao

i'll probably think of more later, maybe i'll eventually write a fanfic like my friends keep telling me to. maybe i'll just keep adding to my obscenely large family tree of the mane 6 instead!

#spike #spike mlp #spike redesign #mlp redesign #dragon #cartoon dragon #cute dragon #dragon egg #dragon biology #mlp #my little pony #mlp g4 #gen 4 #mlpfim #spooky draws

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Alphys Being Transgender Needs To Be Canon

(Spoilers For Chapter 2 in this, so don’t read if you haven’t beaten the game in the Pacifist Route)

if you look up the development of Alphys,

you will find out that she wasn’t originally a female character

and she was originally suppose to be male, but was changed into female.

I think that Undyne would still love Alphys and know she was just following her heart and soul and being true to herself.

so yeah I believe that both versions of Alphys in Undertale and Deltarune,

are technically Transgender and it should be made canon and be revealed in a future chapter of Deltarune.

also I want to mention I had a weird dream where I saw a lot of changelings from MLPFIM, but I think I said I wouldn’t be able to feed them.

guess it’s like me knowing I wouldn’t have enough love and I think I might of had thoughts before....

well if you think about it, the Changelings from MLPFIM might be technically

Fairy-Ponies, well maybe....we know there are other types of equine besides the earth-pony, unicorn and pegasi.

like the “Sirens” that Stygian met, could of been Kelpie who took the forms of Siren-Ponies corrupted forms.

and those Kelpie had corrupted the Sirens they had copied the forms of,

and they end up as their scapegoats and banished to the human world.

the negative magic energy is what transforms the Siren-Ponies into their corrupted forms.

so yeah I believe as soon as Stygian got back with help,

the Sirens were made the scapegoats for the Kelpies.

but anyway back to Alphys, I think it be a good idea that Alphys being a Transwoman is made canon.

and by the looks of Chapter 2, the canon of the ship between Undyne and Alphys is strong.

if it turns out that Susie doesn’t have parents, and it is just her and her unknown sister....and maybe other siblings.

then Undyne and Alphys can become Susie and her siblings new Moms.

well if Susie only has one sibling, then those two would just end up being the adoptive mothers of just Susie and her younger sister or older sister.

it be cute if Susie accidentally calls Alphys Mom in class.

Noelle might find it really sweet, Kris might well....

I think they might give a thumbs up.

and Berdly might go call “My Teacher Is Going To Be My Mother-In-Law” Panic.

I hope just like the whole Pie turning out to be canon, it turns out Susie will do that in the future.......I can only hope.

Susie finding a family in Undyne and Alphys is my O.T.F.F.

which stands for One True Family Found.

it be nice if Susie becoming Alphys’s adoptive daughter becomes canon in a future chapter, that would be awesome.

or if she already is, then maybe it will be revealed in the future.

oh and yes, Berdly having a crush on Susie is the spoiler....

of course he didn’t get the crush until he found out a bit about Susie being a Gamer, that being in Dark World.

and it is pretty obvious he still has a crush on her when they got back to the Light World....

I wouldn’t be surprise if Snowy and Berdly get into a fight in the future

because Snowy is bad mouthing Susie.

wouldn’t be surprised if that happen, I mean Berdly has fallen for Susie and even has made Yandere Noelle mad....

who would of thought that Yandere Noelle would be canon....O_O

well at least in the pacifist route she only choked him.

Susie is now in a Love Triangle....

and well it is possible Berdly wont get into a fight with Snowy, and will try to play off his feelings for Susie as just a crazy dream.

that is until he finds out in the real world she really does play video games.

Susie is still in a Love Triangle though....

I wouldn’t be surprised if she is going to have a Omni-Harem.

Omni-Harem is what I started to call those who have both males, female and even nonbinary who are in love with the main protagonist.

I have the DVD of the first season of my life as a villainess,

and well I can’t help but think of it as a Omni-Harem type.

it isn’t really a Reverse Harem, plus it just seems more of a Omni-Harem.

if there was a Anime I would love to get Alphys hooked on, it would be that one.

it is really good, well I think it is....

I also think I will need to clean my glasses, I will clean them after this post.

I hope that some of you can agree that Alphys being Transgender needs to be canon, cause she was originally going to be male but was changed to female.

and if it turns out it can’t be canon, I guess it can just be Fanon instead.

but here’s hoping just like the Pie and Yandere-Noelle, it turns out to be canon.

Noelle: Stop Calling Me Yandere!

Kris: Berdly is kissing a picture of Susie behind a dumpster.

Noelle: *turns around slowly to Kris with a very creepy smile*.....which dumpster....?

even if Noelle is sweet and can scare easy, it is best not to make her mad when it involves Susie.

but now that I think about it, I think the Love Triangle might be a Love Diamond.

because I think Catti (which I pronounce as Katie, so not to confuse with her older sister Catty’s name.)

might have a crush on Noelle, but it is just a theory.

but if it turns out that Catti does have a crush on Noelle,

and with Noelle having a crush on Susie, and Berdly having a crush on Susie.

the Love Triangle might really be a Love Diamond.

the way Catti talks about Noelle makes me think she might have secret feelings for her, and that is one of the reasons why she doesn’t like Susie.

I don’t think Alphys has feelings for King Fluffybuns in Deltarune.

I think their relationship might be 100% platonic and friend zoned.

it be funny if King Dice called Devil “Fluffybuns”

Best Day Ever If that happen.

and even if the rumors about Cuphead having a crush on King Dice were true.

it would be clear that King Dice wouldn’t return the feelings,

and it be one sided and only Semi-Canon.

then again it would just be rumors that might not even be true.

I heard about the crush thing over on Youtube.

plus if it turns out to be true, and Devil finds out,

we the fans would have to give Cuphead the advice to save his life....

“Run.”

even if Alphys might only have platonic feelings for Asgore in Deltarune.

she might still end up with Undyne, and it if turns out that Alphys is transgendered then I think that Undyne would still love her.

but there is a fact that it might not become canon or show in future chapters of Deltarune, the whole Alphys being transgender, not the whole Undyne x Alphys.

I think Chapter 2 has shown that there is hints of that ship in that game.

it would be interesting if you could play match maker and those who match will end up together at the end of the game.

like Susie with Berdly, and Noelle with Catti.

or Susie with Noelle, and Catti with Berdly.

it is clear that Alphys in Deltarune is different from the one from Undertale.

because the Alphys from Deltarune is a fan of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2.

which might not be a bad thing, from what we read in her review.

wouldn’t be surprised if those two Alphys met and they fight over which is better, and then a third Alphys says she likes both.

well even if I do like the Powerpuff Girls Reboot too, I can still find some problems with it and if it was allowed to continue maybe they could of fix it.

one of the parts I loved in that show, is the friendship between Blossom and Princess, and Bliss the Older Sister of Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.

that show can be seen as taking place in a different timeline, where the girls are a few years older than their past selves and share the same past like their counterparts but their futures ending up differently.

PPGD is my number one favorite though, I mean I still love PPG

but Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi (or just Powerpuff Girls D)

was out way before Powerpuff Girls Z,

and it has been running way longer than the canon and semi-canon series of the Powerpuff Girls.

it is also a Crossover series, and even if Buttercup has a crush on Sensei Jack...(who is Samurai Jack.)

I think he might be from a timeline where his true love Ashi died.

but in the timeline he ends up in, his counterpart and Ashi had descendants.

and one of the descendants happens to be Professor Utonium,

and if one of the ingredients for Utonium’s chemical X

happens to be some of Utonium’s blood which has traces of Aku,

then that would mean that Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup have traces of Aku in them as well.

it be interesting if Alphys agreed on this theory lol.

but yeah after discovering that Samurai Jack might be the Ancestor of the PPG (which that would include Ashi as their Ancestress.)

it might be for the best that Buttercup’s crush goes from the puppy-love crush

to just fondness and platonic feelings, because Sensei Jack possibly being a alternate timeline counterpart of her ancestor.

but that might not be added to the PPGD,

but one can only look out for when it does.

#alphys undertale #alphys deltarune #Headcanon #transgender #make it canon #undyne x alphys #susie x berdly #spoliers #yandere noelle is canon #love triangle #noelle x catti

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k-llama-llama · 4 years

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Drill Sergeant

SuperM/WayV AU: 8th member

YinYin x SuperM/WayV/NCT

The newest members of NCT have a rude awakening when it comes to YinYin’s standards.

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“You nervous?” Taeyong asked.

Sungchan shrugged. “Not really. I don’t know, should I be. It’s just a dance practice, right?”

“Yeah, but…first one with everybody.” Taeyong smiled. “Did you watch the video last night?”

“Yeah. I don’t have it memorized but I think I have a pretty good idea of the choreography.”

“I’m about the same…but I think the choreographer will…” He trailed off when Haechan came running into the room. “Why the hurry?”

“We’re fucked.” Haechan rushed over to them.

“Did you guys hear?” Lucas burst into the room. “We’re so dead.”

“What? Why are we dead?” Shotaro stood up from where he was stretching, looking worried as the boys all gathered around.

Haechan took a deep breath, obviously out of breath from running. “I just…talked to YinYin in the café. Oh I’m going to pass out.”

Johnny clapped him on the shoulder, checking to make sure he was okay as Lucas finished the story.

“I knew she was up late last night but I didn’t think….we’re dead. We’re dead.”

“You’re scaring the new kids.” Mark warned.

“They should be scared.” Haechan exclaimed.

“Why?” Doyoung demanded. “You’re kinda leaving us hanging here.”

“YinYin has the choreography memorized.” Lucas told them.

There was silence.

And then there was chaos.

“Oh my god.” Taeyong ran a hand through his hair.

“Do we still have time? We have time right?” Yuta rushed for his tablet, trying to find the video of the choreography.

“What’s happening?” Sungchan asked. “Isn’t it good that she has it memorized?”

“Not good.” Jeno shook his head quickly. “Very not good.”

“Is she getting coffee?”

“Green smoothie. She said she wanted energy.” Haechan answered.

“It was really nice knowing you guys.” Mark gave a mock bow, leaning over Yuta’s shoulder to watch the video.

“Why is everyone so worried?” Shotaro asked. “It’s just….YinYin?”

He exchanged a glance with Sungchan. They’d both met YinYin on numerous occasions, and she had never been anything less than polite. She was chill to the point of being lazy, but she always smiled and waved, and had even put food on their plates at the group dinner. So they couldn’t understand why on earth the boys were panicking over the fact that she’d learned the choreography.

“YinYin and dance practice YinYin are two very different people.” WinWin explained.

“Dance YinYin is mean!” Jisung exclaimed loudly, glancing towards the door.

“Mean? But how can she-“

“Just….don’t fall behind in the dance. At least…don’t make it seem like it’s because you didn’t know something. She’ll put up with teaching someone if it seems like they’re trying.” Ten said quickly.

“And don’t look her in the eye because she’ll-“

The door to the practice room slammed open.

“What’s up, losers?” YinYin said loudly, sipping on a smoothie. “Ready for another glorious day.”

“No.” Mark whispered.

Observing her, Shotaro and Sungchan couldn’t see anything different. She was wearing leggings and a long sleeve crop top, with her hair up in a pony tail. She wasn’t wearing her brace, which was a sign that she was obviously ready to dance, but she didn’t look especially mean.

“How’d you sleep, Yin?” Jaemin asked, tensing as they all waited for her answer.

“Great!” She exclaimed. “I finished learning the choreography by like four so I got a few hours of sleep. And now I have a nice green clean energy boost.” She held up her smoothie.

“It’s worse than we thought.” Ten whispered to Lucas.

YinYin dropped her bag in the corner of the room. “We should stretch before practice.”

When she turned back around, all of the boys were mid-stretch.

She snorted, walking over next to Sungchan and Shotaro. She bent to touch her toes. “Did you guys watch the video?”

“Yup.” Sungchan said. “We tried our best.”

“It’s your first full group practice, don’t stress about it.” YinYin laughed. “We won’t bite.”

“Thanks, that’s-“ Shotaro forgot how to speak when YinYin dropped into the splits.

“Yerim….” Yuta said, trying to speak softly. “Don’t you think we should take it easy today? Because it’s the first day and we have two new members?”

“Of course.” She reached forward for her toes. “I’m thinking we only do five hours before lunch, what about you?”

Lucas groaned audibly

“That sounds fun.” Sungchan said, his voice a pitch higher than it had been earlier.

The choreographer walked into the room, and they all stood up. YinYin bounced on her toes.

“Ready?” She winked at Shotaro.

He gave her two thumbs up.

As it turns out, they were not ready. Even though the two newest members had a better knowledge of the choreography than most of the others, they didn’t have it totally memorized. Twenty-three of the members were making very solid progress, learning the formations and mastering the moves.

Unfortunately for them, the twenty-fourth member was not impressed.

“Mark, why are you coming down on three-and?” YinYin demanded. “You have to be right down on three. And Jaehyun, please try and match your stride to everyone else’s, it ruins the uniformity of the formation.”

“Sorry, YinYin.” Jaehyun said quickly.

“Yes, ma’am.” Mark practiced the move again.

It had been like that for over an hour. They would run the dance a few times, and then YinYin would give her ‘pointers’. The choreographer would then echo how good her eye was, and then add on that she was pulling it off perfectly.

YinYin turned to face Shotaro. “You’re keeping up okay?”

He nodded quickly. “I think so.”

“Good.” She smiled. “You’re doing great.”

Xiaojun rolled his eyes.

YinYin caught it in the mirror.

“Is something wrong?” She spun around.

“Just…stretching my eyes.” He gestured to his face.

She narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. “Well, try stretching your legs. I can see how you struggle on the lunge.”

“I’ll do that.” He sighed.

“Good. Let’s run it again!” She clapped.

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sopxhiea · 4 years

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Wicked

Alfie Solomons X Reader

Enemies to Lovers!

Warnings: Large age gap.

Summary: Alfie stumbles upon a very familiar face around Birmingham and he finds his feelings to alter as he watches her.

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

The weather is gentle against the lilies growing around. There are a couple kids running around under the chirpy April weather as the city moves on. The sounds of cars and footsteps fill the humid air while the smell of freshly baked bread escapes the bakery around the corner, inviting any hungry souls with a penny to spare.

The heels of your leather boots create loud thuds against the pavement’s surface while you check your pocket for the watch, eyes scanning the accessory in an attempt to stop time.

It’s a busy day.

There is a small job to be taken care of, a stubborn lad has to be threatened in exchange of some cash. It’s time to take the main road after that, visit the Shelby company to see the familiar man and get as much as you can out of him.

You look like a woman in love.

An outsider could mistake you for a foreigner to this town, your beige coat and airy summer dress compliment your skin as the heavy boots contradict the soft image created by the upper half of the outfit. You look like a kind person from the outside, someone who probably owns a cottage with her husband and lives quietly.

You’re far from that.

Your family business has shaped you into a sharper person than what you would’ve been. It’s made you a person capable of persuading just about anyone whether it’s for a murder case or some expensive jewels.

There’s no point on dwelling on it. You hadn’t chosen the live you were born into, being the only heiress of a gang was not your first choice anyway but you got on with it. You grew up learning how to conceal how you felt, learned to choke a man to death and even came close to doing it once.

An hour passes, you run your pretty mouth by a couple people in search of a name and a sweet little lady gives it to you not too long after. You don’t like to think about how all this thrills you, the reason why you’re so good at it is because you enjoy chasing men down.

Not too long after you visit to the given location, you return to the heart of the area with the information you needed and blood on your sleeve. You hide it by pulling the sleeve of the already oversized coat. You flash smiles, the way to the Shelby company is close.

Sometimes, you think of the past.

It’s a bad habit, you know. It makes you feel stuck, like there is war again and you’re the only hope the family has. There’s the horror of being young and helpless when you dwell on the past, it mostly brings doom and desperation from the painful years that cast a glassy look in your eyes.

But there are parts you don’t wish to forget.

You recall his name, Alfie. He had been a rival of your dad’s for a long time even after he’d passed away. He was relentless, stubborn and much bigger than you were. You were a teenager when you’d first seen him, he was a young man then. You had sworn to him that you’d get taller than he was, both in height and the status he upheld.

He was gentle, had been there all along while your family went through some rough patches that only left you and your little brother on the upper part of the soil that coated this earth. There was an understanding you had with the man, almost like your souls were made of the same parts.

He was the enemy.

You often told yourself that when his name came up in conversations. You didn’t have any contact left with him, the jewish community was on the far end of the city from where your business operated so there was no reason to mess with his area. It had been over four years since you’d seen him, the enemy.

You were grown now, respected and very well known. You knew the business, how the thick headed men operated and you were an expert in getting what you wanted, not the shaky small girl he knew you as.

Walking in the bet shop, you heard Tommy’s assistant call your name. You had been long lost family friends and the business benefited from an associate like the Shelbys. You were older than Finn by a couple months, making most of the people in the shop treat you like a small girl but his assistant knew better.

You were escorted to his room by a brunette woman, she seemed nice enough to let you know that he had another meeting. Her remark made you check your watch, you didn’t have that much time if you wanted to get everything done for the day. Your brother would be waiting for you in front of the factory soon.

Shaking your head, you knocked the door once and entered without the approving sound of ‘come in.

It was hard to comprehend the scene before you.

Tommy was sitting behind his desk, leaning back on the chair in a calm state. There was Finn, a smile spread on his lips when he saw you, he’d been a friend since you were kids. You didn’t return the gesture, your gaze fell on to the new blinder next. He had a similar look to John, just broader and he looked more like he was from Tommy’s mother’s side.

Then you saw him.

It took you a minute, his face was covered in the usual scruff but it was kept in a nicer shape. He hid behind his hat, you recognised the velvet fabric first and the owner of it not too long after. The sight of him with wide eyes, looking directly at you made you swallow while Tommy stood up.

“Y/N.” the Shelby spoke and you returned his gaze with a soft smile. It was half-assed.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Tommy spoke once more and Alfie got up, shaking his hand and muttering something into Tommy’s ear. You ignored the rush of excitement that washed over you when he passed by, the smell of vanilla and rum evident when he stopped by to greet you with his hat.

You smiled and spoke with a low hum. “Mr. Solomons.” you murmured as he inspected you.

You were not the little girl he saw in pony tails around the mansion anymore. You had grown up to be a woman, a very beautiful one at that. You didn’t look like your family, they were all average looking people with dangerous stares whereas you were much softer to the eye, it was like inspecting a well-done painting to look at you.

His eyes pierced through yours for a few moments, hand tugging at his beard while he spoke. His voice was all the same. “Lass.” he said, making you frown in the slightest because it made you think that he didn’t remember your name.

You were his rival more than anything. Your company ruled one end of the city and he did the same to the other. There was always hunger for more, wars and murders to make sure everyone stayed in their territory but also deals made behind closed doors to make sure one business controlled all over.

But you’d play nice.

You shook his hand, didn’t reach for your gun and waited a little for him to leave before you got down to business. Your deceased father would tell you to knife his throat if it weren’t for the multiple gang wars that would arise, so you stayed put and let him leave.

Sitting down on the chair in front of Tommy’s table after greeting Finn and learning that the new blinder was indeed Pol’s son, you got to business. There was whiskey drank and deals made as you tried to ease Tommy’s tension behind Alfie’s leave. You didn’t care that the man was stressed but to get what you wanted, you’d have to be patient.

Two hours later, you bid a farewell to the familiar faces and left the building. Walking towards the factory your little brother would pick you up from, you hurried your steps, making the dress swish around your ankles while a car followed you.

You knew who it was.

When the machine stopped right next to you on the side walk, you watched Alfie get out of the soft seats. He had a cane in his hand but he looked the same he did after the war. You looked right at him when he towered above you, no words spoken because you had to be careful with him.

He was the enemy, and had been for longest time.

“Why are you following me?” you spat, feeling warmth radiate off of his body at the close proximity.

He recalled the time you’d said you’d grow taller than him, it brought a smile to his lips as he spoke.

“I remember, yeah..” he said, fingers waving through the air as he spoke. “You were just a small fuckin’ girl then..” he chuckled and you waited for him to finish, arms crossed. “Tellin’ me, yeah, that you’d be taller than me when ya’ grew up.” he said, his smile was infectious but you concealed his affect on you.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” you spat back, ready to have a go at him as a look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face.

You’d always been the one with wits. He recalled the times when your teenager self would bicker with him, the playful banters would grow heated but he’d do nothing much after lewd images of you filled his mind. You were eighteen then, old enough to know what you wanted but young enough to mistake an enemy for a lover.

He knew better.

“You’re still fuckin’ fiesty, eh.” he spoke, nodding as he took the image of you as a grown woman.

“How’s business?” you ask, ready to mock him the minute he answered but he spat back another question.

“How’s Jack? he asked, seeing the slight rise of emotion in your eyes and that was enough for him. He knew your little brother well and knew what you went through to protect him.

“Jack’s fine.” you said, voice stern while amusement filled his blue orbs.

“So is business.” he spoke, answering your question and making the fire in your eyes light up once again.

You nodded, a soft smile on your lips while you uncrossed your arms. He’d seen you grow up even though he was the enemy since your parents had always been a fan of the mantra of keeping enemies closer than friends. He’d been there, casting in the shadows when they’d died, too and he was still there when the business had risen from the ashes you’d picked up.

“’s been some time, yeah?” he said, nodding at his own words while you forgot about your brother and the place you had to be

“It has.” you said, feeling yourself grow comfortable at the familiar conversations. They had been missed, he was the only man who knew how to speak to a woman around here after all, had always been that way.

“You’ve grown.

“You’ve aged.” you spoke, earning a chuckle from his lips. The sound of him was still the same.

He had aged, but like fine wine. It wasn’t the same way you’d seen man around here age, he’d just gotten better looking. He was young when you got to know him, barely had half of his might he possessed now. There were less wrinkles on his face than you’d seen a man his age have, he just looked rugged and you hated that your heart did a little flip every time he licked his lips.

“Got somewhere to be?” he spoke, realising that you had been going somewhere before he held you up.

“I do, actually.” you spoke, your voice was breathy and soft and he wondered how you would sound with his head between your legs. He nodded at your words, you looked at the road before you while he got to talking again.

“Why don’t we go for a cup of tea, yeah?” he asked, much out of the blue as you stared at him with wide eyes.

He was the enemy.

Sure he was attractive and much more pleasant to be around than your brother but your family had spent too much to be where you were. There were too many factors involved and no matter just how badly you wanted to say yes, you knew how to play this game well and that meant brushing arms with the jewish man before you.

He spoke once again before you could start speaking. “For ol’ times’ sake, right, no funny business.” he spoke, refraining from cursing every two words because frankly he wanted to impress you.

He sensed the hesitancy you had, it was only natural that you had doubts regarding the familiar face before you. You smiled first, there were too many ways this could go. He watched as you took in a deep breath, your chest rising as he tried his best to look at your eyes and only, it was amusing.

For old times sake.

“If it’s just for some old company..” you said, liking the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you. “...you won’t mind Jack being there..” you spoke, knowing very well that he would in fact mind your brother being there.

It took him a minute. Of course he minded. He couldn’t show you that though, things were still pretty fresh in his mind. He remembered the way you’d catch him looking during a business meeting and frown, it made him smile to this day. He recalled the days where you’d spend the hours around his office, trying to find a stable deal for what your father wanted. You’d been young then, smart regardless.

“That’d be fuckin’ lovely, yeah..” he said, pulling at his beard as he watched you inspect him. “Missed the lad myself.” he said, clearly lying.

Jack and Alfie didn’t get along as friends but they were compatible enough to be business partners. They’d always bicker around but the words thrown around were much different compared to when you’d mess around with Alfie. It was more aggressive, not as light-hearted.

You nodded, telling him to come meet you in this coffee shop around the corner from his place. He smiled at your words, you still knew the address. You gave him a couple quick glances, one to look at his face one last time as he blushed under the afternoon sun and one to finally say goodbye.

He watched as you walked towards the car.

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In the span of two hours, you’d managed to scold your brother, score a large deal and make it to the shop. Jack, who was a couple years older than you, was being a pain as usual. He wasn’t so unpleasant to the people you were making business with but he was to you, it was the bond you’d developed after everyone in your family had passed away.

You found yourself sitting in a wooden circle table with Alfie and Jack not too long after. They were chatting about the business, the incomings and the outgoings and all that. You listened intently, realising just now that you’d missed the way Alfie said things, not only because of his accent but his charisma and charm that had been mere illusions when you were small.

Alfie’s eyes landed on you as Jack talked about some deal you’d made just an hour ago. He started speaking about the buyers and the receivers of the deal but Alfie’s focus was solely on you as you poured some milk into the coffee cup. He watched as you stirred, not looking up at anyone and purely living in your own world.

You knew when Alfie had something to ask, he would.

You’d liked that about him. He was honest and blunt, didn’t beat around the bush and said whatever was going on in his mind. You only knew a handful of people who were capable of doing that and most were women.

Your eyes met his at last after a few fidgeting moments from your part. You looked at him, thinking that he’d probably asked something but you were living too much in your head to realise that there had been a real conversation going on in the first place. Your eyes were wide open as you spoke, making him want to giggle.

“Huh?” you said, Jack stopped talking and looked at you. “You said something, Mr. Solomons?” you spoke once again, the addressing him with his surname sting him but he’d be gentle.

“’s Alfie, luv.” he spoke and watched you nod, searching for an answer to your previous question.

“I said, right, do ya’ still got the dog?” he spoke, the question was openly directed at you.

You had a large dog when you were a teenager. It was a great dane, a black creature that would follow you around all the time. Alfie had last seen him in your dad’s office, the thing used to reach above your knee level.

You smiled at the question, he patted himself in the back for seeing your beautiful smile once more after all these years before he listened.

“No. He was getting too old so we put him to rest a couple years back.” you said, a glint of sadness evident in your eyes but Alfie swore that he almost missed it.

You faced him this time, a little more confident and asked him about his dog, Cyril. He told you about how he got bigger, even though he was already impossibly large the last time you’d seen him. The dull conversation then turned into a lively one, you chatted the day up, asking about anything and everything you were curious about until you looked to your right and Jack wasn’t there.

He had excused himself to go take care of some business, even though there was none to take care of currently. You guessed it was because of how intense the talk was between you and Alfie. It ran smoothly but the speed was much harder for an outsider to pick up, so was the sarcasm and the wit.

He also didn’t quite like the way Alfie’s gaze ran along your body from head to toe every now and then.

You weren’t a little girl anymore so Jack couldn’t boss you around, that was why he’d mumbled a small excuse and left you and Alfie alone. You dismissed the thought and kept on asking him about his new home, the one he’d bought in the years of your absence.

“I got them, right, to do the walls in fuckin’ oak.” he said, smiling at the end of the sentence while you chuckled to yourself.

You had missed this.

There had been a voice at the back of your mind this whole time, it was your father’s, warning about not sleeping with the enemy. You had low intentions of maybe kissing the handsome lad who was currently speaking about his new office, you didn’t know if you wanted to take it so far as to sleep with him.

He was the enemy.

There was flour on the his shoe sloes, he smelled of vanilla and rum. His skin was rough, the experience of life gave him a tougher look than the one in his eyes that were directed at you. He made you laugh, it was silly just how giddy this bear of a man was.

You shook your head, nodding along the words he was saying but you’d missed the question and so you were met with curious eyes of the jewish gangster. This was the second time you were daydreaming about him in front of him and a low colour of pink blush rose on your cheeks.

“You’re not the listenin’ type these days, eh?” he spoke, chuckling lowly when you shook your head.

“Sorry, I just..” you breathed out, your voice was much breathier now and he casted a hungry look in your direction. One you decided to ignore.

You didn’t say anything more, the shake of your head was enough to let him know what had been on your mind. He had always been able to see right through you, more so than the people you were related to by blood. You murmured a small excuse, telling him that you needed to leave and he nodded.

You offered him a smile as he continued to talk, both of you standing up now that the night was near. It had been hours of talking and you’d lost track of time. You needed to take care of some things at home and also listen to your brother bitch about how he’d been left out of the coffee talk you had with Alfie.

“I’ll see ya?” he asked while you waited outside the shop, he’d always been the one to address things a little to quickly than the average person.

“Do you want to?” you asked, the game of push and pull was natural in between the two of you.

He chuckled wholeheartedly and you ignored the small smile on your lips formed by the action. “Do I wanna fucking see ya?” he nodded, repeating the question as if it were something he’d never heard of but you nodded like it was common. It made him shake his head and lean closer to you so that you felt his hot breath against your face.

“I would love to fuckin’ see ya, lass, right, and I know, yeah, that you know that fuckin’ well at this point.” he spoke, eyes moving up and down along your body, just enough to make you forget that he was supposed to be the enemy.

You smiled wickedly at his words, you knew that he wanted to, why else would he be looking at you the way he was?

“Well, then..I suppose you know the rule.” you whispered against his face, making him weak in the knees. He was comforted by the wicked ways your mind worked and enjoyed this game all too well.

“What fucking rule?” he spoke, almost rolling his eyes when your lips ghosted over his.

You’d been waiting for this for so long.

“Mr. Solomons, you’re the enemy..” you spoke, seductive enough to earn a grunt of extreme approval from him and he felt your small hands on his chest. “We’re supposed to be hating each other, not flirting in a public setting.” you smirked as he listened you, eyes never leaving your lips.

“Tell me the fuckin’ rule then, yeah, lass, or else I’ll end up takin’ ya’ right here.” he spoke against your lips, you hadn’t kissed him yet but he was already drowning the moment your lips ghosted over his. You pushed him down by the slightest, making sure he wouldn’t do anything funny before speaking.

“As much I like the idea..” you breathed against his face, watching his eyes glisten with want. “..here it goes.” you spoke before listing the rules almost too quietly. You felt his eyes close when he felt you speak against his lips.

“Don’t fall in love with me.” you said, earning a low chuckle from him, he wasn’t gonna have something half his size order him around, no matter how aroused the idea made him feel.

He shook his head at the idea, he couldn’t deny that you were made to love. He’d been intrigued with the idea all those years back as well but you were entirely too young, no matter just how much you toyed with him at times. The age difference was significant still but you were much older now. Certainly not the rosy cheeked eighteen year old he once found amusing.

“Luv, ya-” he stared speaking but you cut him off, taking a step towards the man twice your size as he towered above you.

“Alfie, I don’t mind all the fuss right..” you spoke, very well aware of the fact that you were on dangerous waters but that made it even more appealing. “I don’t mind the sleeping around either. We just need to keep it casual.” you spoke against his face and he swore he would kill anyone to kiss right there and then. But he didn’t.

“Casual aye?” he spoke, mumbling something under his breath that you failed to catch.

You knew it would be hard and that it was a challenge, you knew he loved to love domestically, to show his girl off and worship her. You’d heard things and while all that sounded blissful, you’d have to do it under closed doors. That was the way go when you were sleeping with the enemy.

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy but if you so badly wanna do this..” you swallowed while catching a glimpse of something in his eyes. “We have to be secretive.”

You watched him as he took a good look at you, almost like he was trying to see if doing things behind everyone’s backs would be worth it. Oh, it was so worth it. He tugged at his beard, trying to make some words out without being too blunt, scared of hurting your feelings when things hadn’t even started.

So he didn’t say anything. Neither did you. For a couple minutes, you just stood there, letting the light breeze touch the soft skin of your cheeks and play with the ends of your dress. He watched you while your eyes traveled across his ginger beard, looking like beams of sunlight when the gentle rays hit his face.

A smile formed on your lips while you walked towards him, close enough so that if you whispered anything, he’d be the first one to hear. You looked around, trying to savour the last moments before the soft sounds of your voice filled his ears. You would walk to your car after speaking and he would watch.

“Let me know if you decide to do this.”

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a/n: First piece since being back and I apologise for how long it is. Lemme know if you want another chapter!

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twdeadfanfic · 4 years

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Bonded to you Pt.8

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter: 8/17

Words: 2949

Updated on Mondays

Summary: Daryl and reader had a something while they both stayed at the Sanctuary after the Saviours were defeated, a secret sort of relationship, that reader wanted to make something more. However, after Rick blows the bridge, Daryl leaves her without a word, unaware of her being pregnant with his child and it’s not after almost two years that Daryl finds out he has a child…and his anger at reader for not having told him before, rivals with reader’s anger at having being tossed aside as nothing by him those to years ago...will they be able to put aside their hurt feelings and resenment, for their kid? Will maybe be able to pick up their relationship again?

Dad Daryl, cute fluffy baby-toddler moments, angsty/awkward reader relationship.

You can find more chapters and Daryl fics in my masterlist.

Last chapter, Daryl and reader went with their kid to the beach at Oceanside were reader used to leave, spending a couple of awkward days as a “family”, and Daryl voiced to reader his concerns about his daughter not understanding that he is her father, since he’d been missing from her life.

As Daryl had assured you, you three reached Alexandria before the sun went down. You had agreed with Daryl on meeting the next afternoon to take Naia to the park together, and so when you heard a knock on the door, you knew it was him. “Hey,” you greeted as you both looked down awkwardly, and Daryl followed you to the living-room where Naia was playing.

“Look, Naia, Daryl’s here.” The little girl was already grinning and waving at Daryl. “I mean…dad’s here.” You had assured Daryl that Naia would just know that he was her father, and so you had decided to start trying to call him dad to her. Naia looked at you and then at Daryl, and you weren’t sure she understood what you meant. “Yes, dad’s coming with us to the park.” You tried again when Naia pointed at Daryl, and she blinked at him.

“Dadyl.”

Well. Not what you were expecting, at all. Yeah, you guessed the name Daryl was close to Dadyl, and Naia heard people calling him Daryl everywhere, yourself too… You almost snorted hearing her babbling that, though, couldn’t help it, but you didn’t when you looked at Daryl. He seemed so lost, like he didn’t know what to do.

“Okay let’s…let’s go to the park,” you chimed in, trying not to make a big deal.

“Yeah…yeah, come on sweetheart,” Daryl finally spoke, though his smile seemed sad. “I can be Dadyl, why not…”

“Wanna hold dad’s hand while we walk?” You tried again, feeling lost, kind of silly, and a bit guilty, all at the same time. Naia just nodded, stumbling towards Daryl, who reached down to hold her hand, and at least that had him smiling a bit more.

Once in the park, Gracie was there with Aaron, and Naia smiled and pointed at them, and so you three made your way to them.

“Hi there,” Aaron greeted, smiling, when you three sat down next to him and Gracie. “How was Oceanside.”

“It was great! We had a lot of fun at the beach, yeah?” You said and Naia smiled when she heard the word beach, though she was distracted with a pony toy that Gracie had shown her. That was another good thing of Alexandria, people seemed to have a stash of some toys, somehow.

“And you got a beautiful necklace, Naia!” Aaron said, and Naia looked at him, when she heard her name. “Pretty,” Aaron repeated, pointing at the necklace, and that time Naia got it, grinning and nodding, and she pointed at Daryl. “Oh, Daryl made it?”

“Yeah, Naia got a pretty skillful dad.” You peeked at Daryl, who wasn’t saying anything, seeming awkward.

“Dadyl,” Naia babbled, looking at him.

You heard Aaron snort at it. He seemed a bit puzzled, and you wanted the earth to swallow you, though probably not as much as you guessed Daryl wanted it, but he was still silent. Naia gave Gracie the pony back and crawled towards Daryl, tugging at his sleeve.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Daryl asked softly, and at least Naia got him smiling a bit again. She pointed at the slide. “You wanna go to the slide, okay, come on.” He got up, helping Naia onto her feet, and held her hand.

“Me,” Gracie said, stumbling onto her feet, and Daryl looked at Aaron to see if it was okay, holding Gracie’s hand too when he nodded, helping them walk to the slide.

Aaron got up to go with them and you rushed onto your feet, tugging at his arm, hoping to talk with him without Daryl noticing now that he was hands full with the two little girls.

“Wait, wait, can we speak?” You asked quietly.

“Sure…” Aaron frowned at you, confused.

“Could you…could you talk with Daryl…”

“About what?” Aaron just seemed more confused.

“You’re his friend and you’re a father too, and…well, Daryl’s worried thinking that Naia’s not going to think of him as her father because she didn’t meet him until now. I’m trying to get her to call him dad, but all I got was…that,” you began to explain. “But I think she’s going to know either way, she’s not going to remember when he wasn’t with her, she’ll just know…right?”

“I guess…” Aaron still seemed confused, but he gave you a kind smile.

“So if you could…talk to Daryl about it…maybe…” You chewed on your lip.

“Okay, okay, I can try…I’m not sure I have something helpful to say or that he will listen…but…” Aaron shrugged, smiling, even if he seemed a bit as lost as you felt. “I’ll try.”

“Thank you, Aaron, really…I’m kind of lost in this area…”

Aaron just clapped your shoulder softly. “You’re doing good, and I always knew Daryl’d be a great dad.”

“Yeah, yeah, he is.”

Later, you asked Daryl to walk with you and Naia back to your place, and then left them reading on the living room while you made some quick dinner, coming back when you finished.

“Alright sweetheart, your dinner is ready,” you said and Naia looked at you and smiled. “Say goodbye to dad,” you tried again, still a bit awkwardly, waving at Daryl to catch Naia’s attention, and she imitated you, waving to Daryl too. “Say, bye dad. Bye dad.”

“Bye dad,” she babbled and you couldn’t believe it, stopping in place and grinning. You looked at Daryl, but he wasn’t looking as happy as you thought he might.

“Bye, sweetheart,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Daryl reached out and you knew he wanted to maybe hold her, but it seemed as if he didn’t dare, he still seemed hesitant with her sometimes, and so he just stroked her hair softly, and his smile went a bit bigger when Naia smiled at him.

“Darling, I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” You said to Naia as you followed Daryl outside. “Hey! I told you she’d get it!” You were still grinning, though your smile faltered, you didn’t know why he didn’t look happy.

“She doesn’t.”

“But…but…” you stumbled, confused. “But she just said it.”

“She just repeats what you say, Y/N.” Daryl shrugged. “Doesn’t mean she gets it.”

“No…no, she does! She will! She said that, and she knows what’s a dad, so…” Or at least you thought so.

“Guess when she’s older and can understand it, I can just explain it to her, or something…” Daryl muttered.

“No, I’m telling you, she’ll get it before that,” you insisted, stubborn, but you were honestly sure of it. You honestly didn’t think this was such a big deal as Daryl seemed to think, but you understood him and didn’t want to dismiss his feelings. “When she thinks back to you, she’s going to always think of you as her dad, she’s still a baby.”

“Maybe it’s better this way,” Daryl muttered and you looked at him, puzzled.

“What?”

“Me as a dad…” Daryl shook his head, scoffing.

“What you mean?” You frowned. “You are a great dad.” Daryl arched an eyebrow at you at that. “Seriously, Daryl, you are. You’re great with kids and Naia adores you, and you’re a really good dad.”

“Never thought I’d be a dad at all.” He muttered.

“Yeah, well…was a surprise for me too, let me tell you…” You chuckled sadly. “But you aren’t backing out from it now, not now that Naia’s so fond of you…not that you could, she has you all wrapped around her finger already.” You joked awkwardly.

“I would never leave her.”

“I know.” You nodded, if there was one thing true in the world, it was that.

“Just…I just wish…if you hadn’t left…”

“Yeah, but I left.” Your sadness and guilt made you snap. You knew that Daryl was just worried, that he was struggling to find his way in this sudden fatherhood situation he had found himself in, but you had also had to struggle and find your way alone in the sudden motherhood situation you had found yourself in. “And you left, too.”

“I didn’t know you were carrying her!” He snapped too and you took a deep breath, trying to control your emotions.

“Can we…We’ve been weeks without fighting…can we please go back to that?” You let out a sigh. You didn’t think you could go back to the fighting and yelling, and Daryl and you just went in circles about the same thing every time, you were never going to solve it, there was no solution, and Naia was better off when you two weren’t fighting and were in an awkward, coexisting situation.

“Yeah…I’m sorry.” Daryl seemed defeated too.

“I’m sorry too… We’ll see you tomorrow at the park, okay?”

“Sure.”

That night, you took Naia with you to the bed, instead of hers, as you did every night. You didn’t know who liked it more, you or her. “You had fun today?” You asked once you were both tucked in. “Gracie is really nice, yes?” Naia nodded, smiling to you.

“And her dad, Aaron, he’s nice too, he’s a good friend of mine,” you kept speaking while Naia looked at you. “Aaron is Gracie’s dad right? Like that bunny is the dad of this one.” You pointed at the book that Naia had brought to bed, the one she’d been looking at with Daryl while you made dinner. Naia nodded, and you weren’t really sure she understood, but you hoped so. “And like Daryl is your dad.”

“Dadyl…” Naia babbled softly and you let out a sigh, you didn’t know if you were making progress or not, you still thought Naia was going to see Daryl as her father either way, but you wanted her to call him dad and ease Daryl’s mind about it.

“Your dad loves you very much,” you whispered, kissing her forehead before placing the book on the nightstand table and curling up to sleep. Naia didn’t say anything, just smiled and snuggled to you. “And I love you very much too.”

“Love you,” Naia babbled back in her own way, as she always did, and no matter what, it always made you smile.

The next day at the park, Michonne was there with Judith and RJ, and Naia nodded them to play, painting for a bit and then taking turns in the slide and whirl.

When it was time to go back home, you asked Daryl once again to walk with Naia and you, and he nodded. You had just stepped out of the park when Naia reached out her arms for you. “Are you tired? You asked. “You want me to pick you up?” She nodded and so you scooted her up into your arms. You glanced at Daryl and chewed on your lip before speaking again. “What if dad holds you, would that be okay?”

Naia nodded and so you carefully passed her to Daryl. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, smiling down at her, and Naia grinned, getting comfortable in his arms. They were so cute, you felt another dart in your heart, and you stopped looking at them, walking purposely back home.

Once there, Daryl went to leave Naia down on the carpet of the living room, next to a stack of books so she could choose which one she wanted to read, but before lowering her, he kissed the top of her head, making Naia giggle and grin at him. The image of them and the way in which Daryl was looking at Naia made your heart hurt again, and so you rushed to the kitchen, leaving them alone while you made dinner.

You kept going with that routine. You spent your mornings helping on the orchard, and after lunch Naia and you went to the park. Sometimes Daryl met you both there, others he’d go pick you up before you left, and then, when it was time to go back home, he’d walk with Naia and you, and you’d leave them playing or reading until it was time for Naia and you to dine, and Daryl left.

You didn’t know if Aaron had spoken with Daryl or not, but Daryl didn’t bring up the issue of Naia not understanding that he was her father again, and you knew Aaron and Daryl were friends, they were always together at the park doting on their little girls, and Daryl seemed more at ease when Aaron was there, as if he helped him to ease his way into this new fatherhood situation.

You were a bit jealous, wishing you had something like that, a friend to rely on and someone to guide you in this motherhood thing, but you had had the help of all the women on Oceanside both before and after Naia was born, while Daryl hadn’t and had found himself with a toddler all of a sudden. You had Noemi, who was friendly to you and who you hoped to build a friendship with, but it wasn’t the same than what Daryl had either with Michonne or Aaron.

Even if Daryl didn’t say anything else about it, you kept calling Daryl dad when talking to Naia, and she repeated it when you told her to say “hi dad” or anything like that, and you were still sure you didn’t need to do anything special for Naia to know who Daryl was, but it took about two weeks for her to call him dad by herself, without you saying anything.

You were at the porch, knelt down in front of her as you tied her boots, ready to leave for the park, when you heard her voice, calling happily for Daryl.

“Dad!”

Your fingers froze on her shoe ties for a second when you heard her, surprised, before you looked back and saw Daryl there. He seemed surprised too, wide-eyed as he looked at Naia, frozen in place too. Naia seemed confused as to why you both were like that. She looked at you and pointed at Daryl.

“Yes, honey, dad is here!” You said. You looked at Daryl again, noticing the emotion in his eyes, and he swallowed hard before kicking into motion.

“Hi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Daryl asked and Naia nodded, grinning. You got up, finishing with the boot and giving them space. “Can I hold you?” he asked softly and when Naia nodded, Daryl reached to carefully pick her up and Naia giggled, holding onto him.

You looked away from them, both to try to ease the pain in your heart that you felt when you looked at them together, and also so Daryl couldn’t realize that you had noticed the emotion in his eyes as he almost seemed about to cry, not wanting him to be embarrassed. “Alright, let’s go to the park,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, as you lead the way.

Later that day, when you finished dinner, you stood at the threshold of the door in silence so Daryl and Naia wouldn’t notice you while they read. You did that sometimes, watching them interact, seeing how day by day they seemed more familiar, how Daryl slowly loosened up around her, seeming less and less unsure and hesitant around her and more at ease, and how Naia enjoyed their time together and the way in which Daryl was with her, everyone could see he adored her.

It was good, you knew, and some part of you felt warm and content looking at them, but it also hurt, it was like seeing the image of what maybe you could have had, if things between Daryl and you had been different, and what you never had.

“Time for dinner,” you announced, taking Naia and Daryl from their bubble as you looked at them. “Say bye-bye to dad.”

“Bye, dad.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” Daryl leaned to kiss Naia’s forehead and she giggled. “I love you,” he told her softly.

“Love you,” Naia babbled back, grinning. Daryl kept smiling at her, but you noticed the emotion going through him as Naia said that, his eyes getting wet, and so you looked somewhere else in case he might feel embarrassed. You heard Naia giggling and you guessed Daryl had kissed her or hugged her again, and then you heard him walking to the door.

“Y/N,” he called for you. “Can we speak?”

“Sure…” You frowned, confused, but followed Daryl outside. “There’s something wrong?”

“No, uh…” Daryl looked down, fidgeting. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You blinked, surprised.

“I know you’ve been trying hard to get Naia to call me dad and all that…” He murmured.

“Not that hard, I told you she’d understand it.” You shrugged, you hadn’t expected a thank you. You had just done what you thought you should, no matter what might be going on between Daryl and you, he was Naia’s father and he loved her. With the way he was with Naia, you felt you wanted help him to find his way around parenthood, and to build his relationship with Naia…but looking at them, it didn’t seem like they needed your help for that.

“I meant what I sad that day, you’re a great dad,” you told him and Daryl scoffed. “Seriously. Up to Aaron’s level.”

The corner of Daryl’s lip curled up into a small smile at that, though he didn’t look at you. “You raised her good,” he said quietly, taking you by surprise. “She’s great.”

“She is,” you nodded. “Sometimes I wonder if she’s too good and sweet for this world, but I love that she is…”

“Nah, she’s perfect,” Daryl said and a warm smile spread across your face. “I’ll see you both tomorrow,” he said as he turned to walk away.

“Bye.”

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Chapter 1: The company

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins

I pulled the rope, fastening my bag to one of the ponies. I didn't speak to anyone the next morning, besides no one was going to try to talk to me anyway. The company would only speak to their kin, and as I passed by heading to the front of the line I was given dirty looks. Except for Kili, he smiled and waved but his brother shoved his arm down, scolding him for even looking my way. I sighed and walked past some more dwarves, and each scowl gave me a funny feeling in my heart. I couldn't understand what it was, but it hurt deeply, like knives to my soul.

"Y/n." Gandalf greeted me with a smile, letting me pass by. "Once we're out of the shire, you will scout ahead and report anything back to us." He leaned down slightly, so I could only hear. "We're also making a bet on if Bilbo is coming, wish to participate?" I looked towards the rest, they all seemed to be having fun. The talk of the Hobbit showing up again brought them entertainment.

"No, we're heading into a dark path Gandalf. If I were to partake in their silly affairs I'd only ruin the fun." He groaned, standing up straight to get on his horse.

"You know, it won't hurt to have a little bit of fun. You'll be riding with Thorin, for now, being in the front will give you the advantage to take in your surroundings." He was right, in the front of the line I would be able to listen to the woods, there was something dark out there. Something will be following us, I don't know what, but whatever it is it's not good.

"Are you sure he's alright with the idea of me riding with him?" He grimaced at the question, I should have figured Thorin wasn't going to accept it.

"He's not happy, just don't antagonize him and you'll be alright." My very presence puts him on edge, speaking of the devil he came up behind me with those blue orbs piercing into mine. He didn't say a word to me, he just climbed onto his pony looking ahead. Hesitantly I go to climb on but his hand stretched out, he was waiting for me to take it.

"Hurry up we don't have all day." He growled, quickly I pulled myself on and sat in front of him. I gasped at his warmth, it felt nice with his chest against my back. "Lead." His gruff voice made me shiver, I kicked the pony lightly and she went off. We made our way down the path, passing multiple Hobbits that were nearby. One was a child, a small girl about half the size of me. She waved with a wide grin, I couldn't help but wave back eagerly. It's been a while since I've seen children, my kind barely has any men around. The cold blast killed most of our soldiers who were men, so not a lot of children are born these days. Let's just hope those reports will save my people, and we can have a fresh start with alliances. "So, does all of your kind have wings like yours?" His question surprised me, he wanted to know more about my kin? Why? Was he planning for war?

"Why do you want to know? Are you planning to kill us all already?"

"I am just curious about your race, I haven't heard much about it. From the tales my grandfather and father told me, most don't have wings unless they're born with it."

"Hm." I knew all about their race, and the fact that he wanted to know more about mine intrigued me. "Some have wings, it depends on if you have a certain gene in your blood."

"How big is your homeland?"

"It was huge, bigger than the city of Erebor. Yet where we live now, is small considering your kind took our home." I snarled, he took a deep breath, probably to calm himself. His hands then gripped my cloak, and he pulled me against his chest roughly.

"I suggest you don't annoy me, for I won't be responsible for what happens to you on this trip." He was threatening me, I bet if we were attacked he'd leave me for dead.

"And I suggest you let go of me, I won't kill you but I think you'll be fine with a few fingers missing." I turned my head to face him, he was extremely close, our noses almost touching. Reluctantly he leaned back slightly, releasing me from his hold.

"I can't wait to reclaim my homeland, then I'll have you out of my sight. I won't have to deal with your kind anymore, your murderers. I don't know what Gandalf was thinking."

"He was thinking, that your weak, too weak to take down a dragon. If you want me to help you, I recommend you be friendly for I can easily leave you behind. I'll find a way into that mountain myself, so watch your words Thorin Oakenshield." He went to protest but was interrupted by shouting, it was Bilbo running from the entrance of the shire. We were in the middle of the woods now, I pull on the reigns to stop from going any further. Bilbo ran towards us, waving the contract in his hand, panting heavily.

"I signed it." He exclaims, panting heavily as he handed the contract to Balin. Balin pulls out a monocle to check the paper. It looked like Bilbo had brought everything from home with him.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Balin smiles, and surprisingly it didn't disappear when his eyes met mine. The warm smile made me happy, didn't he hear the rumors people had spread about my kind? Why was he so nice to me?

"Give him a pony," Thorin ordered, nudging me to keep going which I obey.

"No, no, no, no. That-That won’t be necessary. Thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know? Even got as far as Frog Morton once." Bilbo refuses, but they didn't listen to his cries. Suddenly two of the dwarves grab hold of his arms, pick him up, and placed him directly on Minty. As we all rode along in the woods, I could hear the dwarves talking to each other.

"Come on, Nori! Pay up!" Oin demanded, the sound of coins clinking together reached my ears.

"The rest of the dwarves took gambles on if Mr. Baggins would show," Thorin explained, however, I already knew this due to Gandalf.

"What about you Thorin? Did you participate?" I said looking at him, he shook his head laughing slightly.

"I don't participate in silly affairs, though if I did I would've guessed he wouldn't have come." I can see how that's true, sometimes people just don't want to leave home. They'd rather stay in their safe comfy beds, and I was one of them. "You seem deep in thought." My cheeks turned red as I realized I had been staring at him the entire time.

"I'm alright." Clearing my throat awkwardly only to hear Bilbo shouting about something else.

"Uh-wait, wait. Stop! Stop! We have to turn around." Thorin groaned and I slowed the pony down, waiting to hear Bilbo's excuse.

"What on earth is the matter?" Gandalf wondered, he was riding a larger horse than the rest of us.

"I forgot my handkerchief." We can't just stop and go back because of some handkerchief, it would only be a waste of time.

"Here! Use this." Bofur rips off a bit of cloth from his robe and throws it to Bilbo, who looks at it with disgust.

"Move on!" Thorin announces, and I continue down the path of our journey. Later that night, we stopped by the entrance of a small cave. I slept close to the edge of the entrance, my wings keeping me warm and hidden from the others. That's when I heard shuffling behind me, it was Thorin setting down his sleeping bag.

"Did you miss me already?" I joked, making him roll his eyes annoyed.

"One of us has to watch you, you might try and kill us in our sleep." I just turned back around, curling back up into a small ball. It was colder outside than I expected, I should've brought warmer clothes. I shivered as a gust of wind blew our way, it took a while for me to fall asleep. The cold wasn't helping me at all, but I finally managed to sleep into unconsciousness. That is until I woke up to howls, not just any normal howls, wargs. I sat up, searching the area, getting ready to strike if I had to. The orcs were far off into the distance but I saw them, I could feel the evilness radiating off of them.

"You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin yelled making me turn to him, he stood up abruptly, his fur coat missing. That's when I realized it was on me, he had laid his coat on me to keep me warm but why? What was his reason for being kind to me?

"We didn’t mean anything by it," Kili stated, looking down at the ground in shame.

"No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world." Thorin angrily walks off, I had an urge to go try and cheer him up. He did give me his coat, after all, I could at least do something nice. Slowly I made my way over to him, he hadn't sensed my presence yet.

"Thorin?" I called letting out a small yawn. He didn't face me, instead, he kept his gaze pit on the horizon.

"Go away." He ordered but I refused to listen, my feet made their way next to him. He scowled at me, but said nothing else, he only just crossed his arms. His hand caught my attention, it was bigger than most, his fingers were twice the size of mine. Without thinking I tugged on it, making his eyes avert to me. I placed my hand against him, comparing the sizes. "Y/n?" He mutters, wondering what I was up to.

"Your hands, they're so much bigger than mine. For such tiny men, you certainly have large fingers, it's fascinating." I looked up at him, his eyes widened at my comment. "You know as a child I used to wonder what the tiny men of our world looked like, I tried to learn everything about dwarves that I could. My kingdom's library had multiple books about your culture, I have to admit it was interesting to learn about your courting styles."

"You know of our courting ritual?"

"Of course, I know everything about each race. I was a very strange child at that age, yet one question remained unanswered. Why do dwarves keep their hair long?" He smiled at my curiosity, those deep blue ocean eyes stared at me in adoration. Though those furious eyes returned, and he angrily pulled his hand away.

"You shouldn't be asking questions about courting, it's not as if anyone would marry your kind anyway." He lifted his hand, glaring at it in disgust. "Now I have to wash away the filth you have spread upon me." My heart broke a little as if a piece had shred from the flesh. As he stormed off I wondered what ran through his mind, he was the sweet innocent man a few seconds ago. What made him irritated with me? Thorin went back to the place we had been sleeping, and he grabbed his cloak moving to the other side of the camp. Each dwarf turned their head my way, and only three of them grinned at me.

"I'll keep watch," I spoke as I returned to my make-shift bed. It would be better if I stayed away from the others, at least that's not what Kili thought. Cause a few seconds later he plopped down right next to me. "What are you doing? Won't the others scold you for sitting next to me?"

"Who cares, they can argue all they want. No one should be alone, I'll keep watch with you." My heart swelled at his kindness, why was he being so nice to me? Did he believe me than those foolish rumors the others had heard? He frowned slightly, he was serious now. "Are you ok Y/n?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I've dealt with stubborn dwarves before believe me. Their rudeness hardly bothers me anymore." I lied, staring down at my hands. How could this world think such cruel thoughts about my kind, why did Thror have to lie about us? Kili placed his hand on mine to try and calm me, and lightly he caressed it with his thumb.

"You know not all of us hate you, me, Balin, and my brother Fili we know the truth. I told my brother what you told me, and he sort of believes it. You don't seem like the angry ravaging digonisks we've heard about, and besides the reports in those mountains is evidence that your kin is innocent. Speaking of Balin however, he wanted me to tell you that when you get a chance he wishes to speak with you." I glanced over the white-haired dwarf who gave me a small smile. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about? Maybe his politeness was just a ruse to kill me in secret, what if Kili is doing the same? Ever since I've joined the company I haven't thought of the consequences, I treat them as if they're normal men. I have to be more careful if I am to get to the mountain. "You know you should probably get some sleep, we'll need those wings again."

"No, they're orcs not far, they're watching us. I need to be awake just in case they decide to come our way. I appreciate the gesture, sleep Kili, you and your kin are the most important people here after all." He opened his mouth to protest, but kept quiet and snuggled up in his bed. I kept my eyes on the frontier, watching as the orcs scattered away but I knew they would be back, they always come back.

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The harsh wind blasted against me, the building fell apart from the ice that covered the bricks. Shouts were heard from all over, but the only I could focus on was my mother's. My legs hurt bad, but her condition was worse, there was an ice shard in her side. It no longer looked like liquid water, instead, it was nothing but a melting ice block of blood.

"Mommy!" I reached out for her, my hand reaching out to try and save her from the man that stood close. His sword was raised ready to strike, and that's when I saw his face. Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company.

"Die filth!" His sword came crashing down hard, and as it decapitated her head I shot up. My chest beating fast, it was just a dream, just a dream. Most dwarves were asleep, the only one awake was Kili who was taking over my shift. I had fallen asleep, how could have been so stupid? He could've hurt me, or worse slaughtered me like the rest of my family. My body trembled as he came close to me, worry showing in his brown eyes.

"Kili stay back!" I warned, he raised his hands as a symbol of peace.

"I won't hurt you, I promise...are you alright?" I was shaking violently, and it wasn't because of the wind that blew our way. "Are you cold? Here." He sheds his cloak going to hand it to me but I shake my head.

"N-Nightmare." That was all I managed to get out, he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor and slowly made his way over showing that he had no weapons. When he was close enough he wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. I didn't hug back, for I was waiting for any sign that this wasn't a nice gesture. It didn't come, he just pulled me closer, and I have to admit the hug was very helpful. I listened to his breathing, and eventually, it helped my heart stop beating at a rapid speed. He smelled of sweat and pine wood, surprisingly it was a soothing smell.

"Want to talk about it?" He whispered, pulling back to look at me as his thumb rubbed softly against my skin as a way to calm me down.

"No, it was just a silly dream. It's not as if you would care anyhow."

"I do care, and just in case another agonizing fantasy comes across your mind I'll sit right here. So if you do have another nightmare I'll be here to help." He gently pulled me into his side, which I hesitantly accepted, and soon I went senseless, succumbing to the darkness.

For the next few days when I wasn't flying above them to keep watch, I rode with Thorin. The more we rode together, the more he didn't mind it. Soon it was like second nature to him, and every morning when it was time to leave he would hold out his hand to help me on the pony. Although he was extra grumpy today as we continued our journey in the woods while riding in the torrential rain.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can’t you do something about this deluge?" Dori begged, but to no avail, nothing could be done. Well at least for them, considering I was a dragon slayer and immune to fire. One of my abilities was magic, and that magic included creating ablaze. I felt Thorin shiver from behind me, and I felt bad. I never did thank him for letting me use his cloak the other night.

"Thorin take the reigns," I ordered, turning around on the horse, immediately he grabbed the reigns as I let go.

"What on earth do you think your doing woman?" He growled, his eyes piercing into my own. Resting a hand upon his chest, he blushed slightly at the contact I used just a little bit of my charms to summon some heat. "What curse are you putting on me? Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"It's not a curse, it's a spell to keep you warm you ass. Now hold still or I just might burn you." He growled and lifted his head to try and see in front of him, I wasn't that tall. After a few seconds of straining his neck to see, he eventually rested his chin on the top of my head lightly. "I'm not your headrest you know."

"Well, I can't see around your thick skull."

"It's not that big! I'm shorter than you!"

"Shorter, but your head is certainly wider. Are you sure you have a brain in there?" I burned him slightly, making him wince.

"Keep talking 'Oh great one' and see where it gets you. Your lucky I'm even giving you warmth, I could just keep it all to myself." I returned the heat to normal and leaned my head on his chest. His breathing went rigid for a second, then slowed down but his heartbeat sped up.

"...What other powers do you have?" He asked, moving closer to my hand to get warmer. I slipped it down to his side, making him jump. "Watch it."

"Other than fire, I have a vast amount of strength. I could rip a tree out of the ground, second I can fly at fast speeds while spreading my wings. Soldiers with wings are called our airborne army, they attack from above and can kill dragons a lot easier. Last but not least, only the royal line can take on the form of a dragon. At least we used to, The Power of The Black Dragon was lost long ago. It is passed down from generation to generation, but the Queen with the ability died along with it." My mother, just a year before my coronation to take on my birthright was gravely injured from the frozen blast caused by men. She passed away, I never got to tell her that I loved her. The last thing I ever said to her was 'I'm scared'. Though I will never forget her last words, 'don't take revenge.'

"How many more are there?"

"Once there were millions of us, and now because of people like you, there is only 1,000. I hope your happy, cause soon we'll be extinct."

"No, cause soon you'll get those reports. And you'll show the world the mistake we caused." He whispered, his comment made my heart swoon. Had he said what I thought he had confessed?

"Thank you." It was all I could say, I felt him smile as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He was trying to keep me warm like I was doing to him, perhaps he's not like the monster from my dreams.

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